Found 4,602 results for "P. M. Fraser"
by William Shakespeare
1.1 King Lear, intending to divide his power and kingdom among his three daughters, demands public professions of their ...
by Agatha Christie
It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.
by William Shakespeare
Names: in adopting Helen rather than the usual Helena, I follow the preference revealed in the Folio text, in which Hele...
by James George Frazer, Theodor Herzl Gaster
I. Diana and Virbius.-Who does not know Turner's picture of the Golden Bough ?
by Ovid
Si hi ha algú d'aquest poble que no conegui l'art d'estimar, que llegeixi aquest poema i, instruït per la seva lectura, ...
by John Locke
1. Man fitted to form articulated Sounds.
by J.R.R. Tolkien
When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a part...
by Agatha Christie
I first came to know Sophia Leonides in Egypt towards the end of the war.
by Agatha Christie
AT 6:13 A.M. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's big blue eyes opened upon another day, and as always, she was at once ...
by Agatha Christie
MR. Morley was not in the best of tempers at breakfast.
by Charles Kingsley
Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom.
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Agatha Christie
I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...
by Agatha Christie
OLD Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds.
by Agatha Christie
"YOU do see, don't you, that she's go to be killed?"
by Agatha Christie
WHO is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?
by Agatha Christie
MRS. Ariadne Oliver had gone with the friend with whom she was staying, Judith Butler, to help with the preparations for...
by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
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...