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by D. H. Lawrence
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Louisa May Alcott
IN ORDER THAT we may start fresh and go to Meg's wedding with free minds, it will be well to begin with a little gossip ...
by George MacDonald
Certa manhã, despertei com a usual perplexidade da mente que acompanha o retorno à consciência.
by Mary Wollstonecraft
IN the present state of society it appears necessary to go back to first principles in search of the most simple truths,...
by Jane Austen
THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...
by Wilkie Collins
In the first part of Robinson Crusoe, at page one hundred and twenty-nine, you will find it thus written: ;Now I saw, th...
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
by Vatsyāyana
IT may be interesting to some persons to learn how it came about that Vatsyayana was first brought to light and translat...
by Edwin Abbott Abbott
I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...
by Virginia Woolf
But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction-what has that go to do with a room of one's own?
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Nur selten beherbergen Ahnenhallen den Sommer über ganz gewöhnliche Leute wie John und mich.
by Mary Wollstonecraft, William Godwin
MARRY the heroine of this fiction, was the daughter of Edward, who married Eliza, a gentle, fashionable girl, with a kin...
by Pearl S. Buck
In The Good Earth (1931), Pearl Buck tells a timeless story about a farmer struggling to eke out a living from the earth...
by Emily Brontë
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.