Found 1,316 results for "Oxford (England) -- Fiction"
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, ...
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew is a lively, vigorous and much-adapted play.
by Philip Pullman
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
by Edith Wharton
I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...
by Evelyn Waugh
When I reached 'C' Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming i...
by Charlotte Brontë
Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very thick on the hills; ever...
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 Erskine Childers
I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
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 Charles Dickens, Diana C. Archibald
I SHALL never forget the one-fourth serious and three-fourths comical astonishment, with which, on the morning of the th...
by Charles Dickens, Margeret Tarner
IN these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputabl...
by Virginia Woolf
But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction-what has that go to do with a room of one's own?