Found 80 results for "Mary S. Lovell"
Mitford girls
by Mary S. Lovell
Sydney Bowles was fourteen years old when she first set eyes on David Freeman Mitford.
Little Dorrit
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
Paradise Lost
by John Milton
This first book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject: man's disobedience and the loss thereupon of Paradise where...
Middlemarch
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
The Scarlet Letter
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
Lives
by Plutarch
IT is no great wonder if in long process of time, while fortune takes her course hither and thither, numerous coincidenc...
Ἰλιάς
by Όμηρος
AN ANGRY MAN-THERE IS MY STORY: THE BITTER RANcour of Achilles, prince of the house of Peleus, which brought a thousand ...
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
The Pilgrim's Progress
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 ...
The Age of Innocence
by Edith Wharton
On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
Treasure Island
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass
by Lewis Carroll
The book in your hands is the most accessible of all literary masterpieces, and one of the strangest.
The complete poetical works
by Robert Burns
MY loved, my honoured, much respected friend!
The Mill on the Floss
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 ...