Found 342 results for "J. B. Wheeler"
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...
by United States. Congress. Senate. Committee on Patents
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 Ovid
The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...
by Edward Gibbon
Diligence and accuracy are the only merits which an historical writer may ascribe to himself; if any merit indeed can be...
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Voltaire
Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...
by James Fenimore Cooper
IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...
by Charles Dickens, Groth
MOST PEOPLE in the publishing and education industries agree that there are some books that everyone should read.
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
by Mitch Albom
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could w...
by Thomas Paine
AMONG the incivilities by which nations or individuals provoke and irritate each other, Mr. Burke's pamphlet on the Fren...
by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak
On they went, singing "Rest Eternal," and whenever they stopped, their feet, the horses, and the gusts of wind seemed to...
by Frank McCourt
My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born.
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 Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.