A dictionary of the English language

by Samuel Johnson

English grammar

by Lindley Murray

Candide

by Voltaire

Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...

Bible

by Bible

So there you are, a teenager at your grandparent's house.

Much Ado About Nothing

by William Shakespeare

Much Ado About Nothing and the Romantic Comedies Shakespeare's three great romantic comedies, so widely studied and perf...

Ivanhoe

by Sir Walter Scott

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...

Cyrano de Bergerac

by Edmond Rostand

The auditorium of the Hotel de Bourgogne in 1640.

Lord Jim

by Joseph Conrad

He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

Moralia

by Plutarch

PLUTARCH'S knowledge of Egyptology was not profound.

Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

SIDDHARTHA, the handsome son of the Brahmin, the young falcon, grew up together with his friend Govinda, the Brahmin's s...

Metamorphoses

by Ovid

The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...

The Moonstone

by Wilkie Collins

In the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twenty-nine, you will find it thus written: ;Now I saw, th...

Jude the Obscure

by Thomas Hardy

Howards End

by E. M. Forster

E. M. Forster was thirty-one when Howards End appeared on October 18, 1910.

Confessions

by Augustine of Hippo

Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.

Medea

by Euripides

The Scene represents the front of MEDEA'S House in Corinth.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...

Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Идиот

by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский

AT around nine in the morning towards the end of a thawing November, the Warsaw train was approaching Petersburg at full...

Metamorphosis

by Franz Kafka

I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...