Found 8,168 results for "Evergreens"
by Mark Twain
Well, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free, the time he was chained up for a runaw...
by Jean Webster
THE first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day - a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and ...
by Edith Nesbit
It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast - Robert's, I fancy - a...
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
by Edith Nesbit
The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...
by D. H. Lawrence
OURS is essentially a tragic age but we refuse emphatically to be tragic about it.
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...
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
by Jack London
BUCK did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every ...
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
by C. S. Lewis
THIS IS THE STORY OF AN ADVENTURE that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Pet...
by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
by Лев Толстой
"Eh bien, mon prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now no more than family estates of the Bonapartes.
by John Kennedy Toole
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
by Mark Twain
The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississippi, half a day's journ...
by Frantz Fanon
Não há muito tempo, a terra estava povoada por dois biliões de habitantes, isto é, quinhentos milhões de homens e mil e ...
by Louisa May Alcott
ROSE sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was ...
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...