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by Philip Pullman
Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
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 Philip Pullman
In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where do...
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The text of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, in this newly annotated printing, is taken from the last edition of Colerid...
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew is a lively, vigorous and much-adapted play.
by Joseph Conrad
The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.
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 Willa Cather
One afternoon in the autumn of 1851 a solitary horseman, followed by a pack-mule, was pushing through an arid stretch of...
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
by Anne Frank
I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will ...
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
by Harriet A. Jacobs
Eu nasci escrava, mas nunca soube disso até que seis anos de uma infância feliz tivessem se passado.
by William Shakespeare
Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina, Innogen his wife, Hero his daughter, and Beatrice his Neece, with a messenger.
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by William Shakespeare
Antonio. In sooth I know not why I am so sad.