Found 765 results for "Sea stories, English"
by Jack London
I SCARCELY know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit.
by Rudyard Kipling
IN THE sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes.
by Ernest Hemingway
Érase un viejo que solia ir de pesca solo en su bote en el Gulf Stream, y desde hace ya ochenta y cuatro dias no pescaba...
by Jules Verne
THE YEAR 1866 was signalized by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one ...
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 Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
by Voltaire
Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...
by Bible
Genesis appropriately stands as the first book of the OT and serves as an essential introduction to the whole Bible.
by Lewis Carroll
The book in your hands is the most accessible of all literary masterpieces, and one of the strangest.
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by Charles Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea, a wooden spade they gave to me to dig the sandy shore.
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting in a well-furnished room in a town in Kent...
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
I HAD this story from one who had no business to tell it to to me, or to any other.
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 Rudyard Kipling
THE WEATHER DOOR OF THE SMOKING-ROOM HAD BEEN LEFT open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, w...
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 Ernest Hemingway
Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...
by Franz Kafka
A literary classic is a work of the highest excellence that has something important to say about life and/or the human c...