Found 1,105 results for "Robert W. Heath"
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 William Shakespeare
1.1 King Lear, intending to divide his power and kingdom among his three daughters, demands public professions of their ...
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare wrote the draft of Henry V that became the First Folio text in the early summer of 1599.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[FAUST, lying among grass and flowers, exhausted and restless, trying to sleep.]
by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu
"Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness," says the Lord.
by William Wordsworth
Of the Poems in this class, 'THE EVENING WALK' and 'DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES' were first published in 1793.
by Euripides
For Greeks of the fifth century BCE there is very little biographical information that can be relied upon.
by Charles Perrault
ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a king and queen who were grieved, more grieved than words can tell, because they had no ch...
by Publius Vergilius Maro
I sing of arms and of the man, fated to be an exile, who long since left the land of Troy and came to Italy to the shore...
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 Όμηρος
TELL ME, O MUSE, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by John Milton
This first book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject: man's disobedience and the loss thereupon of Paradise where...
by William Shakespeare
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour