Found 135 results for "John Charles Dawson"
by John Bunyan
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Den, and I laid me down in t...
by Edward Gibbon
After the fall of the Roman empire in the West, an interval of fifty years, till the memorable reign of Justinian, is fa...
by Aristotle
We speak in many ways of what is, i.e. the ways distinguished earlier in our work on the several ways in which things ar...
by Aristotle
In this treatise we propose to discuss (1) poetry itself; (2) the various forms it can take; (3) the function and potent...
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by Church of England, J. A. Maurault
Where at the Death of our late Sovereign Lord King Edward the Sixth, there remained one uniform order of Common Service,...
by Όμηρος
1-7 Poem: invocation of the Muse and statement of the poet's theme - Akhilleus' wrath and its disastrous consequences
by Oscar Wilde
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince.
by William Shakespeare
There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...
by Niccolò Machiavelli
Žmonės, geižiantys įgyti valdovo palankumą, paprastai stengiasi jam įsiteikti tuo, ką turi brangiausia, arba tuo, ką, jų...
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 United States
SECTION 1. All legislative powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States, which shall consist...
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 foreig...
by Olaudah Equiano
I BELIEVE it is difficult for those who publish their own memoirs to escape the imputation of vanity; nor is this the on...
by Oscar Wilde
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garde...
by Stephen King
Z tego, co wiem, koszmar, który nie miał się zakończyć przez całe dwadzieścia osiem lat (jeżeli w ogóle się skończył), z...