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Julius Caesar
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
A Tale of Two Cities
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
Confessions
by Augustine of Hippo
Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.
Wuthering Heights
by Emily Brontë
1801.1 HAVE JUST returned from a visit to my landlordthe solitary neighbour that 1 shall be troubled with.
Romeo and Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the house of Capulet.
The Scarlet Letter
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne was born on July 4, 1804 in Salem, Massachusetts, the only son of Captain Nathaniel Hathorne and Eli...
The Prince
by Niccolò Machiavelli
Žmonės, geižiantys įgyti valdovo palankumą, paprastai stengiasi jam įsiteikti tuo, ką turi brangiausia, arba tuo, ką, jų...
Metamorphoses
by Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
La Divina Commedia
by Dante Alighieri
To run through better waters the little ship of my wit now hoists its sails, leaving behind it a sea so cruel,
Don Quijote de la Mancha
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Num lugar da Mancha, de cujo nome não quero lembrar-me, não há muito tempo que vivia um fidalgo dos de lança em cabide, ...
Milton's Poems
by John Milton
Paradise Lost. The Verse of "Paradise Lost." "The measure is English Heroic Verse without Rime," as that of Homer in Gre...
Two years before the mast
by Richard Henry Dana
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim, on her voyage from Boston, round Ca...
Me Talk Pretty One Day
by David Sedaris
ANYONE WHO WATCHES EVEN THE SLIGHTEST amount of TV is familiar with the scene: An agent knocks on the door of some seemi...
Poems
by Rudyard Kipling, Elliot
Looking back from this my seventieth year, it seems to me that every card in my working life has been dealt me in such a...