THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENEdgar Allan Poe1- Page 2-THE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENTHE RAVENOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Overmany a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded,nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently...
The Countess of Saint GeranBy Alexander Dumas, pereAbout the end of the year 1639, a troop of horsemen arrived, towardsmidday, in a little village at the northern extremity of the provinceof Auvergne, from the direction of Paris. The country folk assembledat the noise, and found it to proceed from the provost of the mountedpolice and his men. The heat was excessive, the horses were bathedin sweat, the horsemen covered with dust, and the party seemed on itsreturn from an important expedition. A man left the escort, andasked an old woman who was spinning at her door if there was not an...
THE STAR-CHILD[TO MISS MARGOT TENNANT - MRS. ASQUITH]Once upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way homethrough a great pine-forest. It was winter, and a night of bittercold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches ofthe trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either sideof them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King hadkissed her.So cold was it that even the animals and the birds did not knowwhat to make of it....
James Nasmyth: Engineer, An Autobiography.Edited by Samuel SmilesPREFACEI have had much pleasure in editing the following Memoir of my friend Mr. Nasmyth. Some twenty years since (in April 1863), when I applied to him for information respecting his mechanical inventions, he replied: "My life presents no striking or remarkable incidents, and would, I fear, prove but a tame narrative. The sphere to which my endeavours have been confined has been of a comparatively quiet order; but, vanity apart, I hope I have been able to leave a few marks of my existence behind me in the shape of useful con
Flower of the MindandLater Poemsby Alice MeynellINTRODUCTIONPartial collections of English poems, decided by a common subjector bounded by narrow dates and periods of literary history, aremade at very short intervals, and the makers are safe from thereproach of proposing their own personal taste as a guide for thereading of others. But a general Anthology gathered from the wholeof English literaturethe whole from Chaucer to Wordsworthby agatherer intent upon nothing except the quality of poetry, is amore rare enterprise. It is hardly to be made without tempting the...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TOADby Hans Christian AndersenTHE well was deep, and therefore the rope had to be a long one; itwas heavy work turning the handle when any one had to raise abucketful of water over the edge of the well. Though the water wasclear, the sun never looked down far enough into the well to mirroritself in the waters; but as far as its beams could reach, greenthings grew forth between the stones in the sides of the well.Down below dwelt a family of the Toad race. They had, in fact,come head-over-heels down the well, in the person of the old...
AMOURS DE VOYAGE.AMOURS DEVOYAGE.By Arthur Hugh Clough1- Page 2-AMOURS DE VOYAGE.Canto I.Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,toa land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breatheven now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voice...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE OLD STREET LAMPby Hans Christian AndersenDID you ever hear the story of the old street lamp? It is notremarkably interesting, but for once in a way you may as well listento it. It was a most respectable old lamp, which had seen many, manyyears of service, and now was to retire with a pension. It was thisevening at its post for the last time, giving light to the street. Hisfeelings were something like those of an old dancer at the theatre,who is dancing for the last time, and knows that on the morrow she...
De Profundisby Oscar Wilde. . . Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it byseasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return.With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems tocircle round one centre of pain. The paralysing immobility of alife every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeablepattern, so that we eat and drink and lie down and pray, or kneelat least for prayer, according to the inflexible laws of an ironformula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in...
The Past Condition of Organic Natureby Thomas H. HuxleyIN the lecture which I delivered last Monday evening, I endeavoured tosketch in a very brief manner, but as well as the time at my disposalwould permit, the present condition of organic nature, meaning by thatlarge title simply an indication of the great, broad, and generalprinciples which are to be discovered by those who look attentively atthe phenomena of organic nature as at present displayed. The generalresult of our investigations might be summed up thus: we found that themultiplicity of the forms of animal life, great as that may
My Mark Twainby William Dean HowellsI.It was in the little office of James T. Fields, over the bookstore ofTicknor & Fields, at 124 Tremont Street, Boston, that I first met myfriend of now forty-four years, Samuel L. Clemens. Mr. Fields was thenthe editor of The Atlantic Monthly, and I was his proud and gladassistant, with a pretty free hand as to manuscripts, and an unmanacledcommand of the book-notices at the end of the magazine. I wrote nearlyall of them myself, and in 1869 I had written rather a long notice of abook just winning its way to universal favor. In this review I had...
Daisy Millerby Henry JamesIN TWO PARTSPART IAt the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is aparticularly comfortable hotel. There are, indeed, many hotels,for the entertainment of tourists is the business of the place,which, as many travelers will remember, is seated upon the edgeof a remarkably blue lakea lake that it behooves every touristto visit. The shore of the lake presents an unbroken arrayof establishments of this order, of every category, from the"grand hotel" of the newest fashion, with a chalk-white front,...
MOGARZEA AND HIS SONThere was once a little boy, whose father and mother, when theywere dying, left him to the care of a guardian. But the guardianwhom they chose turned out to be a wicked man, and spent all themoney, so the boy determined to go away and strike out a path forhimself.So one day he set off, and walked and walked through woods andmeadows till when evening came he was very tired, and did notknow where to sleep. He climbed a hill and looked about him tosee if there was no light shining from a window. At first allseemed dark, but at length he noticed a tiny spark far, far off,..
The Common Lawby Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.LECTURE I.EARLY FORMS OF LIABILITY.[1] The object of this book is to present a general view of the Common Law. To accomplish the task, other tools are needed besides logic. It is something to show that the consistency of a system requires a particular result, but it is not all. The life of the law has not been logic: it has been experience. The felt necessities of the time, the prevalent moral and political theories, intuitions of public policy, avowed or unconscious, even the prejudices which judges share with their fellow-men, have had a good deal