Found 936 results for "Ernest Scott"
For Whom the Bell Tolls
by Ernest Hemingway
Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...
The Wind in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
Winnie-the-Pooh
by A. A. Milne
HERE IS Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.
The Wealth of Nations
by Adam Smith
The greatest improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the greater part of the skill, dexterity, and judgment ...
Le rouge et le noir
by Stendhal
THE SMALL TOWN OF Verrieres may be regarded as one of the most attractive in the Franche-Comte.
As You Like It
by William Shakespeare
Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sa...
Essays
by Francis Bacon
1579 February. His father dies, and (in June) he returns to England.
πολιτεία
by Πλάτων
I went down to the Piraeus yesterday with Glaucon the son of Ariston, to offer a prayer to the goddess.
The Pilgrim's Progress
by John Bunyan
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Den, and I laid me down in t...
Gulliver's Travels
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
Treasure Island
by Robert Louis Stevenson
talking about writing a book and people telling him to
Ἰλιάς
by Όμηρος
SING, MUSE, OF ACHILLES'S WRATH, WHICH BROUGHT SORROW AND DEATH TO THE ACHAEAN CAMP.
La Divina Commedia
by Dante Alighieri
Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark,
Poems
by William Wordsworth
Of the Poems in this class, 'THE EVENING WALK' and 'DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES' were first published in 1793.
Le Morte d'Arthur
by Thomas Malory
Then Ulfius was glad, and rode on more than a pace till that he came to King Uther Pendragon, and told him he had met wi...
The War of the Worlds
by H. G. Wells
NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and clos...