Found 511 results for "Festivals in literature"
The golden bough
by James George Frazer, Theodor Herzl Gaster
I. Diana and Virbius.-Who does not know Turner's picture of the Golden Bough ?
Hamlet
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
It
by Stephen King
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, w...
Οἰδίπους Τύραννος (Oidípous Týrannos)
by Sophocles
OEDIPE. - Enfants, jeune lignee de notre vieux Cadmos, que faites-vous la ainsi a genoux, pieusement pares de rameaux su...
Romeo and Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
The Age of Fable
by Thomas Bulfinch
ANCIENT mythologies have much to do with modern literature.
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...
Мастер и Маргарита
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.
πολιτεία
by Πλάτων
The first chapter consists of a typical early Platonic dialogue: it was possibly originally written separately from the ...
All's Well That Ends Well
by William Shakespeare
Names: in adopting Helen rather than the usual Helena, I follow the preference revealed in the Folio text, in which Hele...
Through the Looking-Glass
by Lewis Carroll
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
by William Shakespeare
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby
by Charles Dickens
There once lived in a sequestered part of the country of Devonshire, one Mr Godfrey Nickleby, a worthy gentleman, who ta...
The Phantom Tollbooth
by Norton Juster
There was once a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself-not just sometimes, but always.
Śmierć Miasta
by Władysław Szpilman
I began my wartime career as a pianist in the Cafe Nowoczesna, which was in Nowolipki Street in the very heart of the Wa...
