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by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose wa...
by Emily Brontë
1801.1 HAVE JUST returned from a visit to my landlordthe solitary neighbour that 1 shall be troubled with.
by Mary Shelley
YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...
by Лев Толстой
»Nun was sagen Sie dazu, mein Fürst, Genua und Lucca sind nunmehr Erbgüter der Familie Bonaparte!
by Louisa May Alcott
CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any pres- " grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Margery Williams Bianco
THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid.
by Όμηρος
1-7 Poem: invocation of the Muse and statement of the poet's theme - Akhilleus' wrath and its disastrous consequences
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Num lugar da Mancha, de cujo nome não quero lembrar-me, não há muito tempo que vivia um fidalgo dos de lança em cabide, ...
by Dante Alighieri
To run through better waters the little ship of my wit now hoists its sails, leaving behind it a sea so cruel,
by Willa Cather
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to...
by Stephen King
IT WAS HER THIRD time with live ammunition ... and her first time on the draw from the holster Roland had rigged for her...
by Zane Grey
A SHARP clip-clop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwood...
by Zane Grey
Shefford halted his tired horse and gazed with slowly realizing eyes.
by Richard Henry Dana
The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim, on her voyage from Boston, round Ca...