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by Oscar Wilde
L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.
by Richard Adams
The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a...
by Margaret Mitchell
Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.
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...
by James Joyce
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by Solomon Northup
Having been born a freeman, and for more than thirty years enjoyed the blessings of liberty in a free State-and having a...
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
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...
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by William Shakespeare
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
by Spyri, Johanna
IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.
by Jane Austen
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledge, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Margery Williams Bianco
There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
by Emily Brontë
1801.-I have just returned from a visit to my landlord-the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.