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The Poetic Principle by Edgar Allan Poe In speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing,

by Stephen Leacock Dear sir: In answer to your repeated questions and requests which have appeared for some years past in the columns of the

by William Dean Howells A wonderful Christmas Story for children. The Pony Engine and the Pacific Express was published in his collection, Christmas Every Day

by Aesop A Porcupine was looking for a good home. At last he found a little sheltered cave, where lived a family of Snakes. He

by Charles Dickens He was very reluctant to take precedence of so many respected members of the family, by beginning the round of stories they

by Edith Wharton “Nothing on earth would induce me to sit to him!” There was a chorus of interrogations. “Oh, because–he makes people look so

The Post by Anton Chekhov IT was three o’clock in the night. The postman, ready to set off, in his cap and his coat, with

by Rabindranath Tagore The postmaster first took up his duties in the village of Ulapur. Though the village was a small one, there was an

The Power of Words by Edgar Allan Poe OINOS. Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality! AGATHOS. You have spoken nothing, my

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson The praline woman sits by the side of the Archbishop’s quaint little old chapel on Royal Street, and slowly waves her latanier

The Preposterous Motive by Susan Glaspell The Governor was sitting alone in his private office with an open letter in his hand. He was devoutly

The Premature Burial by Edgar Allan Poe THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the

by O. Henry Said Mr. Kipling, “The cities are full of pride, challenging each to each.” Even so. New York was empty. Two hundred thousand

by Henry van Dyke “I am sick of all this,” said the Great Author, sweeping his hand over the silver-laden dinner-table. He seemed to include

by Jack London This is the story of a man who did not appreciate his wife; also, of a woman who did him too great

by Hans Christian Andersen Talk about a rigorous royalty identity test (one that mattress)! Hans Christian Andersen offers his literary tale about a young lady

by Jack London A FIRE burned cheerfully in the jungle camp, and beside the fire lolled a cheerful-seeming though horrible-appearing man. This was a hobo

by O. Henry Arthur Pyle “Two Knights Do Battle Before Cameliard” Arthur Pyle “Two Knights Do Battle Before Cameliard” So the king fell into a

by O. Henry There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs,

by Mark Twain You have heard from a great many people who did something in the war, is it not fair and right that you

by Guy de Maupassant There was not a sound in the forest save the indistinct, fluttering sound of the snow falling on the trees. It

The Privy Councillor by Anton Chekhov AT the beginning of April in 1870 my mother, Klavdia Arhipovna, the widow of a lieutenant, received from her

by Jerome K. Jerome “There are two sorts of men as gets hen-pecked,” remarked Henry–I forgot how the subject had originated, but we had been

by George Gissing Human Odds and Ends: Stories and Sketches (1898) The ordinary West-End Londoner–who is a citizen of no city at all, but dwells