Found 74 results for "Garden History Society (Great Britain)"
by Garden History Society (Great Britain)
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Daniel Defoe
IT was about the beginning of September, 1664, that I, among the rest of my neighbours, heard, in ordinary discourse, th...
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 Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare wrote the draft of Henry V that became the First Folio text in the early summer of 1599.
by Kristine Burton, Garden History Society (Great Britain)
by Thomas Malory
KING VORTIGERN the usurper sat upon his throne in London, when, suddenly, upon a certain day, ran in a breathless messen...
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by William Makepeace Thackeray
WHILE the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate o...
by E. M. Forster
E. M. Forster was thirty-one when Howards End appeared on October 18, 1910.
by Jane Austen
IT IS A TRUTH universally acknowledge, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
by Bible
Genesis appropriately stands as the first book of the OT and serves as an essential introduction to the whole Bible.
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by Oscar Wilde
L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
Whan that April with his showres soote