Found 931 results for "Elizabeth M. Armstrong"
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 Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by Augustine of Hippo
Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
"THIS is the story that Miguel de Cervantes, Spaniard, published in 1605, which the world has been reading again and aga...
by Agatha Christie
IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...
by Thomas Malory
KING VORTIGERN the usurper sat upon his throne in London, when, suddenly, upon a certain day, ran in a breathless messen...
by Πλάτων
The first chapter consists of a typical early Platonic dialogue: it was possibly originally written separately from the ...
by Jerome Klapka Jérôme
THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency.
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...
by Xenophon
Xenophon's Education of Cyrus offers its own introduction, one that helps turn the reader's attention to the core issues...
by Elizabeth M. Armstrong
On the night of March 16, 1996, Deborah Zimmerman was brought into the emergency room at St. Luke's Hospital in Racine, ...
by R. D. Blackmore
If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeom...
by Elizabeth M. Armstrong
by Richard Henry Dana
I am unwilling to present this narrative to the public without a few words in explanation of my reasons for publishing i...
by Bret Easton Ellis, Mariano Antolín Rato
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner o...
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
by Isaac Watts
Verse was first designed for the praising of God, though it was been wretchedly abused since.