Two Treatises on Government

by John Locke, Ian Shapiro

1. That Adam had not, either by natural right of fatherhood, or by positive donation from God, any such authority over h...

Shirley

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; eve...

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

by J. K. Rowling

Il giorno più caldo dell’estate – almeno fino a quel momento – volgeva al termine e un silenzio sonnacchioso gravava sul...

Villette, a novel

by Charlotte Brontë

My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.

Man and Superman

by George Bernard Shaw

Roebuck Ramsden is in his study, opening the morning' letters.

[William Wheeler Hubbell, authorized to apply for patents.]

by United States. Congress. Senate. Committee on Patents

Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales

by Hans Christian Andersen

There was once a shilling.

Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Aeneis

by Publius Vergilius Maro

Arms I sing-and a man,

Lord Jim

by Joseph Conrad

HE WAS an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

Poems by John Keats

by John Keats

I stood tiptoe upon a little hill,

The Ugly Duckling

by Hans Christian Andersen

How beautiful the countryside was in summer!

Les Misérables

by Victor Hugo

In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne.

Cyrano de Bergerac

by Edmond Rostand

We are in Paris in 1640, the era of Dumas's Three Musketeers.

Pygmalion

by George Bernard Shaw

London at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain.

Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus

by Mary Shelley

In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...

The Alchemist, 1612

by Ben Jonson

BEleeu't I will.

Study Guide

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Study Guide

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The water-babies: a fairy tale for a land-baby

by Charles Kingsley

Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom.