Found 1,308 results for "Hand, juvenile literature"
by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
by J. K. Rowling
Il était près de minuit et le Premier Ministre, assis seul dans son bureau, lisait un long rapport dont les mots lui tra...
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 Charles Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...
by John Bunyan
When at the first I took my Pen in hand, / Thus for to write; I did not understand / That I at all should make a little ...
by H. G. Wells
THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...
by Gebrüder Grimm [Brothers Grimm]
Long ago, in a far away place, there lived a king and his beautiful daughter.
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
"THIS is the story that Miguel de Cervantes, Spaniard, published in 1605, which the world has been reading again and aga...
by Plutarch
IT is no great wonder if in long process of time, while fortune takes her course hither and thither, numerous coincidenc...
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 Όμηρος
TELL ME, O MUSE, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
Le premier lundi du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où naquit l’auteur du Roman de la Rose, semblait être da...
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
Whan that April with his showres soote