FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE DAISYby Hans Christian AndersenNow listen! In the country, close by the high road, stood afarmhouse; perhaps you have passed by and seen it yourself. Therewas a little flower garden with painted wooden palings in front of it;close by was a ditch, on its fresh green bank grew a little daisy; thesun shone as warmly and brightly upon it as on the magnificentgarden flowers, and therefore it thrived well. One morning it hadquite opened, and its little snow-white petals stood round the...
STORIESSTORIESBy English Authors in Germany1- Page 2-STORIESTHE BIRD ON ITS JOURNEYBY BEATRICE HARRADENIt was about four in the afternoon when a young girl came into thesalon of the little hotel at C in Switzerland, and drew her chair up to thefire."You are soaked through," said an elderly lady, who was herself trying...
The Registerby William D. HowellsI.SCENE: In an upper chamber of a boarding-house in Melanchthon Place,Boston, a mature, plain young lady, with every appearance ofestablishing herself in the room for the first time, moves about,bestowing little touches of decoration here and there, and talkingwith another young lady, whose voice comes through the open doorwayof an inner room.MISS ETHEL REED, from within: "What in the world are you doing,Nettie?"MISS HENRIETTA SPAULDING: "Oh, sticking up a household god or two.What are you doing?"...
David Elginbrodby George MacDonaldAnd gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.CHAUCER.TO THE MEMORY OFLADY NOEL BYRON,THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED,WITH A LOVE STRONGER THAN DEATH.BOOK I.TURRIEPUFFIT.With him there was a Ploughman, was his brother.A trew?swinker, and a good was he,Living in peace and perfect charity.God loved he best with all his trew?heart,At all?tim閟, were it gain or smart,And then his neigh閎our right as himselve.CHAUCER.Prologue to the Canterbury Tales.CHAPTER I.THE FIR-WOOD.Of all the flowers in the mead,...
Eugenie Grandetby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Maria.May your name, that of one whose portrait is the noblest ornamentof this work, lie on its opening pages like a branch of sacredbox, taken from an unknown tree, but sanctified by religion, andkept ever fresh and green by pious hands to bless the house.De Balzac.EUGENIE GRANDETIThere are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspiresmelancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, drearymoorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is,...
Dream Life and Real Life A Little African StoryDream Life and Real LifeA Little African Storyby Olive Schreiner1- Page 2-Dream Life and Real Life A Little African StoryAuthor of "The Story of an African Farm" and "Dreams"Dedication.To My Brother Fred,For whose little school magazine the first of these tiny storiesone of the first I ever madewas written out many long years ago....
EARLY KINGS OF NORWAY.EARLY KINGS OFNORWAY.by Thomas Carlyle1- Page 2-EARLY KINGS OF NORWAY.The Icelanders, in their long winter, had a great habit of writing; andwere, and still are, excellent in penmanship, says Dahlmann. It is to thisfact, that any little history there is of the Norse Kings and their oldtragedies, crimes and heroisms, is almost all due. The Icelanders, it seems,...
A DREAM OF JOHN BALLA DREAM OF JOHNBALLBy William Morris1- Page 2-A DREAM OF JOHN BALLCHAPTER ITHE MEN OF KENTSometimes I am rewarded for fretting myself so much about presentmatters by a quite unasked-for pleasant dream. I mean when I am asleep.This dream is as it were a present of an architectural peep-show. I see...
The Perpetuation of Living Beingsby Thomas Henry HuxleyThe inquiry which we undertook, at our last meeting, into the state ofour knowledge of the causes of the phenomena of organic nature,of thepast and of the present,resolved itself into two subsidiaryinquiries: the first was, whether we know anything, either historicallyor experimentally, of the mode of origin of living beings; the secondsubsidiary inquiry was, whether, granting the origin, we know anythingabout the perpetuation and modifications of the forms of organicbeings. The reply which I had to give to the first question was...
STORIESSTORIESby English Authors in Africa1- Page 2-STORIESTHE MYSTERY OF SASASSAVALLEYBY A. CONAN DOYLEDo I know why Tom Donahue is called "Lucky Tom"? Yes, I do; andthat is more than one in ten of those who call him so can say. I haveknocked about a deal in my time, and seen some strange sights, but none...
KING HENRY THE FOURTH Part 1KING HENRY THEFOURTHPart 1William Shakespeare15981- Page 2-KING HENRY THE FOURTH Part 1Dramatis PersonaeKing Henry the Fourth. Henry, Prince of Wales, son to the King.Prince John of Lancaster, son to the King. Earl of Westmoreland. SirWalter Blunt. Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester. Henry Percy, Earl of...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TOP AND BALLby Hans Christian AndersenA WHIPPING TOP and a little ball lay together in a box, amongother toys, and the top said to the ball, "Shall we be married, aswe live in the same box?"But the ball, which wore a dress of morocco leather, and thoughtas much of herself as any other young lady, would not evencondescend to reply.The next day came the little boy to whom the playthingsbelonged, and he painted the top red and yellow, and drove abrass-headed nail into the middle, so that while the top wasspinning round it looked splendid....
The Antiquities of the Jews (1)by Flavius JosephusTranslated by William WhistonPREFACE.1. Those who undertake to write histories, do not, I perceive,take that trouble on one and the same account, but for manyreasons, and those such as are very different one from another.For some of them apply themselves to this part of learning toshow their skill in composition, and that they may thereinacquire a reputation for speaking finely: others of them thereare, who write histories in order to gratify those that happen tobe concerned in them, and on that account have spared no pains,...
ROMEO AND JULIETROMEO AND JULIETWilliam Shakespeare15951- Page 2-ROMEO AND JULIETTHE PROLOGUEEnter Chorus.Chor. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where welay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civilblood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two...