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by Joseph Conrad We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth

by F. Scott Fitzgerald The sunlight dripped over the house like golden paint over an art jar, and the freckling shadows here and there only

by Bret Harte Sandy was very drunk. He was lying under an azalea bush, in pretty much the same attitude in which he had fallen

The Imp of the Perverse by Edgar Allan Poe In the consideration of the faculties and impulses — of the prima mobilia of the human

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) There were a number of carved stone figures placed at intervals along the parapets of the old Cathedral; some of them

by Rudyard Kipling Wohl auf, my bully cavaliers, We ride to church to-day, The man that hasn’t got a horse Must steal one straight away.

by Aesop A certain man fell ill, and, being in a very bad way, he made a vow that he would sacrifice a hundred oxen

by James Baldwin In the North Sea there is a great rock called the Inch-cape Rock. It is twelve miles from any land, and is

by Aesop Some Boys were playing one day at the edge of a pond in which lived a family of Frogs. The Boys amused themselves

The Boys by Anton Chekhov “VOLODIA is here!” cried some one in the courtyard. “Voloditchka is here!” shrieked Natalia, rushing into the dining-room. The whole

by James Baldwin All Greece was in danger. A mighty army, led by the great King of Persia, had come from the east. It was

by Charlotte M. Yonge B.C. 180 It was about 180 years before the Christian era. The Jews had long since come home from Babylon, and

by Hans Christian Andersen This lesser-known Hans Christian Andersen story is also known as The Steadfast Tin Soldier. THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle It is hard luck on a young fellow to have expensive tastes, great expectations, aristocratic connections, but no actual money

by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson The Bridal March (Brude-Slaatten) was written in Christiania in 1872. It was originally published in the second volume of the first popular

by Rudyard Kipling The least that Findlayson, of the Public Works Department, expected was a C.I.E.; he dreamed of a C.S.I. Indeed, his friends told

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being a Sixth Extract from the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P. P. of Drumcoolagh. In a sequestered district

by T.S. Arthur Day after day I worked at my life-task, and worked in an earnest spirit. Not much did I seem to accomplish; yet

by Rudyard Kipling While the snaffle holds, or the “long-neck” stings,While the big beam tilts, or the last bell rings,While horses are horses to train

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The hunting season had come to an end, and the Mullets had not succeeded in selling the Brogue. There had been

by Henry van Dyke I THE MEETING AT THE SPRING Along the old Roman road that crosses the rolling hills from the upper waters of

by Rudyard Kipling In the daytime, when she moved about me, In the night, when she was sleeping at my side,–I was wearied, I was

by Robert Barr The room in which John Shorely edited the Weekly Sponge was not luxuriously furnished, but it was comfortable. A few pictures decorated

by Honore de Balzac At the commencement of the reign of King Henry, second of the name, who loved so well the fair Diana, there