Letters on Literatureby Andrew LangContents:Introductory: Of Modern English PoetryOf Modern English PoetryFieldingLongfellowA Friend of KeatsOn VirgilAucassin and NicolettePlotinus (A.D. 200-262)LucretiusTo a Young American Book-HunterRochefoucauldOf Vers de SocieteOn Vers de SocieteGerard de NervalOn Books About Red MenAppendix IAppendix IIDEDICATIONDear Mr. Way,After so many letters to people who never existed, may I venture ashort one, to a person very real to me, though I have never seen...
Lizzie Leighby Elizabeth GaskellCHAPTER I.When Death is present in a household on a Christmas Day, the verycontrast between the time as it now is, and the day as it has oftenbeen, gives a poignancy to sorrowa more utter blankness to thedesolation. James Leigh died just as the far-away bells of RochdaleChurch were ringing for morning service on Christmas Day, 1836. Afew minutes before his death, he opened his already glazing eyes, andmade a sign to his wife, by the faint motion of his lips, that he hadyet something to say. She stooped close down, and caught the broken...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE ICE MAIDENby Hans Christian AndersenI. LITTLE RUDYWE will pay a visit to Switzerland, and wander through thatcountry of mountains, whose steep and rocky sides are overgrown withforest trees. Let us climb to the dazzling snow-fields at theirsummits, and descend again to the green meadows beneath, through whichrivers and brooks rush along as if they could not quickly enough reachthe sea and vanish. Fiercely shines the sun over those deep valleys,...
The Twins of Table Mountainby Bret HarteCONTENTSI. THE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAINII. AN HEIRESS OF RED DOGIII. THE GREAT DEADWOOD MYSTERYIV. A LEGEND OF SAMMTSTADTV. VIEWS FROM A GERMAN SPIONTHE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAIN.CHAPTER I.A CLOUD ON THE MOUNTAIN.They lived on the verge of a vast stony level, upheaved so farabove the surrounding country that its vague outlines, viewed fromthe nearest valley, seemed a mere cloud-streak resting upon thelesser hills. The rush and roar of the turbulent river that washed...
On the Frontierby Bret HarteCONTENTSAT THE MISSION OF SAN CARMELA BLUE GRASS PENELOPELEFT OUT ON LONE STAR MOUNTAINAT THE MISSION OF SAN CARMELPROLOGUEIt was noon of the 10th of August, 1838. The monotonous coast linebetween Monterey and San Diego had set its hard outlines againstthe steady glare of the Californian sky and the metallic glitter ofthe Pacific Ocean. The weary succession of rounded, dome-likehills obliterated all sense of distance; the rare whaling vessel or...
The Queristby George Berkley1735The Querist containing several Queries proposed to theconsideration of the PublicI the Lord have brought down the high tree, have exalted the lowtree, have dried up the green tree, and have made the dry tree toflourish. Ezek. xvii, 24.Advertisement by the AuthorThe Querist was first published in the year one thousand sevenhundred and thirty-five; since which time the face of things issomewhat changed. In this edition some alterations have beenmade. The three Parts are published in one; some few Queries areadded, and many omitted, particularly of those relating
FABIUS270-203 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING related the memorable actions of Pericles, our history nowproceeds to the life of Fabius. A son of Hercules and a nymph, of somewoman of that country, who brought him forth on the banks of Tiber,was, it is said, the first Fabius, the founder of the numerous anddistinguished family of the name. Others will have it that they werefirst called Fodii, because the first of the race delighted in digging...
The Tale of Balenby Algernon Charles SwinburneDEDICATIONTO MY MOTHERLove that holds life and death in fee,Deep as the clear unsounded seaAnd sweet as life or death can be,Lays here my hope, my heart, and meBefore you, silent, in a song.Since the old wild tale, made new, found grace,When half sung through, before your face,It needs must live a springtide space,While April suns grow strong.March 24, 1896.THE TALE OF BALENIn hawthorn-time the heart grows light,The world is sweet in sound and sight,Glad thoughts and birds take flower and flight,...
Man of Propertyby John GalsworthyTO MY WIFE: I DEDICATE THE FORSYTE SAGA IN ITS ENTIRETY, BELIEVING IT TO BE OF ALL MY WORKS THE LEAST UNWORTHY OF ONE WITHOUT WHOSE ENCOURAGEMENT, SYMPATHY AND CRITICISM COULD NEVER HAVE BECOME EVEN SUCH A WRITER AS I AM.PREFACE:"The Forsyte Saga" was the title originally destined for that part of it which is called "The Man of Property"; and to adopt it for the collected chronicles of the Forsyte family has indulged the Forsytean tenacity that is in all of us. The word Saga might be objected to on the ground that it connotes the heroic and that there is lit
VOLUME IICHAPTER IAvaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery hence! Macbeth.Continuation of the History of Don Raymond.My journey was uncommonly agreeable: I found the Baron a Man of some sense, but little knowledge of the world. He had past a great part of his life without stirring beyond the precincts of his own domains, and consequently his manners were far from being the
The KentonsBy William Dean HowellsI.The Kentons were not rich, but they were certainly richer than theaverage in the pleasant county town of the Middle West, where they hadspent nearly their whole married life. As their circumstances had growneasier, they had mellowed more and more in the keeping of theircomfortable home, until they hated to leave it even for the shortoutings, which their children made them take, to Niagara or the UpperLakes in the hot weather. They believed that they could not be so wellanywhere as in the great square brick house which still kept its four...
Rinkitink In Ozby L. Frank BaumWherein is recorded the Perilous Quest ofPrince Inga of Pingaree and KingRinkitink in the MagicalIsles that lie beyondthe Borderlandof OzIntroducing this StoryHere is a story with a boy hero, and a boy of whomyou have never before heard. There are girls in thestory, too, including our old friend Dorothy, and someof the characters wander a good way from the Land of Ozbefore they all assemble in the Emerald City to take...
The Little Manby John GalsworthyCHARACTERSTHE LITTLE MAN.THE AMERICAN.THE ENGLISHMAN.THE ENGLISHWOMAN.THE GERMAN.THE DUTCH BOY.THE MOTHER.THE BABY.THE WAITER.THE STATION OFFICIAL.THE POLICEMAN.THE PORTER.SCENE IAfternoon, on the departure platform of an Austrian railwaystation. At several little tables outside the buffet personsare taking refreshment, served by a pale young waiter. On aseat against the wall of the buffet a woman of lowly station is...
AMY FOSTERby Joseph ConradKennedy is a country doctor, and lives in Cole-brook, on the shores of Eastbay. The highground rising abruptly behind the red roofs of thelittle town crowds the quaint High Street againstthe wall which defends it from the sea. Beyondthe sea-wall there curves for miles in a vast andregular sweep the barren beach of shingle, with thevillage of Brenzett standing out darkly across thewater, a spire in a clump of trees; and still further...
The Plays of W. E. Henley and R. L. StevensonWilliam Ernest Henley and Robert Louis StevensonHenley is best known for this quote from Invictus:"I am the master of my fate,I am the captain of my soul."INVICTUSOut of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I think whatever gods may befor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years...
The Pond in WinterAfter a still winter night I awoke with the impression that somequestion had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain toanswer in my sleep, as what how when where? But there wasdawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broadwindows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips.I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight. The snowlying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slopeof the hill on which my house is placed, seemed to say, Forward!...