Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Plays (36)

by William Shakespeare

Late in 1621 or early in 1622 two men brought to the son of a somewhat disreputable printer an idea that was to change t...

Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

Aeneis

by Publius Vergilius Maro

I sing of arms and of the man, fated to be an exile, who long since left the land of Troy and came to Italy to the shore...

Vanity Fair

by William Makepeace Thackeray

WHILE the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate o...

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...

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 Return of the Native

by Thomas Hardy

The Last of the Mohicans

by James Fenimore Cooper

IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...

The House of Seven Gables Readalong

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...

The House of Mirth

by Edith Wharton

Selden paused in surprise.

Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales

by Hans Christian Andersen

There was once a shilling.

The Moonstone

by Wilkie Collins

In the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twenty-nine, you will find it thus written: ;Now I saw, th...

Sense and Sensibility

by Jane Austen

THE family of Dashwood had been long settled in Sussex.

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...

Ben Hur

by Lew Wallace

The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery on the map gives it a l...

It

by Stephen King

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, w...

Tales from Shakespeare [20 tales]

by Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb

There was a certain island in the sea, the only inhabitants of which were an old man, whose name was Prospero, and his d...

The black arrow

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Sir Daniel and his men lay in and about Kettley that night, warmly quartered and well patrolled.

Way to wealth

by Benjamin Franklin