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by Louisa May Alcott
CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any pres- " grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the large window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talk...
by Louisa May Alcott
IN ORDER THAT we may start fresh and go to Meg's wedding with free minds, it will be well to begin with a little gossip ...
by George MacDonald
I awoke one morning with the usual perplexity of mind which accompanies the return of consciousness.
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Virginia Woolf
But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction—what has that got to do with a room of one’s own?
by Vatsyāyana
Hindu love manuals are full of advice at a practical level - although the positions described in some of them are practi...
by Mary Wollstonecraft
IN the present state of society it appears necessary to go back to first principles in search of the most simple truths,...
by H. G. Wells
The Utopia of a modern dreamer must needs differ in one fundamental aspect from the Nowheres and Utopias men planned bef...
by Edwin Abbott Abbott
Spoken by Horatio, in William Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 1, scene 5, line 164. Hamlet has just been conversing with his f...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.
by Emily Brontë
1801.1 HAVE JUST returned from a visit to my landlordthe solitary neighbour that 1 shall be troubled with.
by Mary Wollstonecraft, William Godwin
ABODES OF HORROR have frequently been described, and castles, filled with spectres and chimeras, conjured up by the magi...
by Jane Austen
E un adevăr de toți știut că un burlac înzestrat cu o avere frumușică trebuie să fie în căutarea unei soții.
by William Shakespeare
IN the eighteenth century Samuel Johnson declared, 'Of this play the fable is wild and pleasing'.
by Kate Chopin
A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: Allez vous-en!