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by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
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 George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
by Edith Nesbit
There were three of them-Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you ...
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...
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 Emma Orczy
A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but ...
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
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 Thomas More
UPON a time when tidings came to the City of Corinth that King Philip, father to Alexander surnamed the Great, was comin...
by Jane Austen
Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775, in the year before the American Declaration of Independence, and she died on ...
by George Eliot, Rosalyn Landor
A WIDE plain, where the broadening Floss hurries on between its green banks to the sea, and the loving tide, rushing to ...
by Charles Dickens
WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Harold March, the rising reviewer and social critic, was walking vigorously across a great tableland of moors and common...
by Jane Austen
THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...