Found 541 results for "Electronics in printing"
by Edgar Allan Poe
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
With a frown Miss Polly folded the letter and tucked it into its envelope.
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing and the Romantic Comedies Shakespeare's three great romantic comedies, so widely studied and perf...
by Edgar Allan Poe
FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to open, I neither expect nor solicit belief.
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by William Shakespeare
KENT I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
by John Steinbeck
To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarre...
by Евгений Иванович Замятин
I shall simply copy, word for word, the proclamation that appeared today in the One State Gazette: The building of the I...
by Wilkie Collins
In the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a London physician reached its highest point.
by J. K. Rowling
À bien des égards, Harry Potter était un garçon des plus singuliers. Tout d’abord, il détestait les vacances d’été, c’ét...
by Victor Hugo
In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne.
by John Steinbeck
A Few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
by W. E. B. Du Bois
BETWEEN me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by other...
by Ian Fleming
The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead.
by Andrew Lang
Long, long ago there stood in the midst of a country covered with lakes a vast stretch of moorland called the Tontlawald...
by William S. Burroughs, William Burroughs
I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, croon...