Found 504 results for "Robert F. Barnes"
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by Robert W. Chambers
TOWARD the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted dur...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...
by Robert Burns
MY loved, my honoured, much respected friend!
by D. H. Lawrence
OURS is essentially a tragic age but we refuse emphatically to be tragic about it.
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
ACCORDING TO AN OLD STORY, a lord of ancient China once asked his physician, a member of a family of healers, which of t...
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Sir Walter Scott
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...
by Augustine of Hippo
Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.
by Joseph Conrad
The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
AT around nine in the morning towards the end of a thawing November, the Warsaw train was approaching Petersburg at full...
by Frank Herbert
In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy...
by Aristotle
THE question of the genuineness and of the literary character of each of the several works which have come down to us un...
by William Makepeace Thackeray
WHILE the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate o...
by Charles Dickens
LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
by Émile Zola
ON a pitch-black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilom...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.