Not at Home
by T.S. Arthur Jonas Bebee has one merit, if he possesses no other, and that is, the merit of being able to make himself completely
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by T.S. Arthur Jonas Bebee has one merit, if he possesses no other, and that is, the merit of being able to make himself completely
by T.S. Arthur How pure and sweet is the love of young hearts! How little does it contain of earth–how much of heaven! No selfish
by Jack London It was at Quito, the mountain capital of Ecuador, that the following passage at correspondence took place. Having occasion to buy a
Not Wanted by Anton Chekhov BETWEEN six and seven o’clock on a July evening, a crowd of summer visitors — mostly fathers of families —
by Henry van Dyke “You must write a novel,” said my Uncle Peter to the young Man of Letters. “The novel is the literary form
by M.R. James Among the towns of Jutland, Viborg justly holds a high place. It is the seat of a bishopric; it has a handsome
by H. P. Lovecraft Nyarlathotep… the crawling chaos… I am the last… I will tell the audient void… I do not recall distinctly when it
by Harriet Beecher Stowe Mr. and Mrs. Nutcracker were as respectable a pair of squirrels as ever wore gray brushes over their backs. They were
by Stephen Leacock What I narrate was told me one winter’s evening by my friend Ah-Yen in the little room behind his laundry. Ah-Yen is
by Arthur Quiller-Couch I My Dear Violet,–So you “gather from the tone of two or three recent letters that my spirit is creeping back to
by W. W. Jacobs Seated at his ease in the warm tap-room of the Cauliflower, the stranger had been eating and drinking for some time,
Odalie Misses Mass by Kate Chopin ODALIE sprang down from the mule- cart, shook out her white skirts, and firmly grasping her parasol, which was
by Alice Dunbar-Nelson Now and then Carnival time comes at the time of the good Saint Valentine, and then sometimes it comes as late as
by W. W. Jacobs The night watchman pursed up his lips and shook his head. Friendship, he said, decidedly, is a deloosion and a snare.
by D. H. Lawrence This great short story was Written in 1909, then revised and published 1911. It was included in The Prussian Officer and
by Honore de Balzac When the pope left his good town of Avignon to take up his residence in Rome, certain pilgrims were thrown out
by Philip K. Dick SOMETHING was tapping on the window. Blowing up against the pane, again and again. Carried by the wind. Tapping faintly, insistently.
by Rudyard Kipling [Footnote: 1895] We were wallowing through the China Seas in a dense fog, the horn blowing every two minutes for the benefit
by William Dean Howells Neither the French nor the English had any right to the Ohio country which they both claimed. If it belonged to
by William Dean Howells If the people of Ohio were Eskimos in the ages before history began, and then thousands of years after, but still
Oh! The Public! by Anton Chekhov “HERE goes, I’ve done with drinking! Nothing. . . n-o-thing shall tempt me to it. It’s time to take
by William Dean Howells The men who have given distinction to our state in politics could hardly be more than named in a record like
Oil of Dog by Ambrose Bierce My name is Boffer Bings. I was born of honest parents in one of the humbler walks of life,
by M.R. James ‘I suppose you will be getting away pretty soon, now Fall term is over, Professor,’ said a person not in the story
پایگاه خبری شاعر از سال 1382 در جهت نشر و انعکاس رویدادهای فرهنگی، هنری و ادبی و انعکاس آثار شاعران و نویسندگان فارسی زبان شروع به فعالیت کرده است. و در سال 1394 با مجوز شمازه75934 معاونت مطبوعاتی وزارت فرهنگ و ارشاد اسلامی با نام پایگاه خبری شاعر شروع به فعالیت کرده است.
