Found 141 results for "Andrew W. Bradbury"
Le Morte d'Arthur
by Thomas Malory
KING VORTIGERN the usurper sat upon his throne in London, when, suddenly, upon a certain day, ran in a breathless messen...
Hamlet
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
David Copperfield
by Charles Dickens
WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...
Ivanhoe
by Sir Walter Scott
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...
The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
A Christmas Carol
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
Bleak House
by Charles Dickens
LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
Bible
by Bible
Genesis appropriately stands as the first book of the OT and serves as an essential introduction to the whole Bible.
The Pickwick Papers
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
The Night Before Christmas
by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Oliver Twist
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
The Blithedale Romance
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE evening before my departure for Blithedale, I was returning to my bachelor apartments, after attending the wonderful...
Little Dorrit
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
