FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE BUTTERFLYby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a butterfly who wished for a bride, and, as maybe supposed, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among theflowers. He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the flower-beds,and found that the flowers were seated quietly and demurely on theirstalks, just as maidens should sit before they are engaged; butthere was a great number of them, and it appeared as if his searchwould become very wearisome. The butterfly did not like to take too...
Lecture VIIITHE DIVIDED SELF, AND THE PROCESS OF ITS UNIFICATIONThe last lecture was a painful one, dealing as it did with evilas a pervasive element of the world we live in. At the close ofit we were brought into full view of the contrast between the twoways of looking at life which are characteristic respectively ofwhat we called the healthy-minded, who need to be born only once,and of the sick souls, who must be twice-born in order to behappy. The result is two different conceptions of the universe...
Spoon River Anthologyby Edgar Lee MastersContents:Armstrong, HannahArnett, HaroldAtherton, LuciusBallard, JohnBarker, AmandaBarrett, PaulineBartlett, EzraBateson, MarieBeatty, TomBeethoven, IsaiahBennett, Hon. HenryBindle, NicholasBlind JackBliss, Mrs. CharlesBlood, A. D.Bloyd, Wendell P.Bone, RichardBranson, CarolineBrown, JimBrown, SarahBrowning, ElijahBurleson, John HoraceButler, RoyCabanis, FlossieCalhoun, GranvilleCalhoun, Henry C.Campbell, CalvinCarman, EugeneCheney, ColumbusChilders, ElizabethChurch, John M....
AGNES GREYAGNES GREYBy Anne Bronte1- Page 2-AGNES GREYCHAPTER I - THE PARSONAGEALL true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasuremay be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry,shrivelled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut.Whether this be the case with my history or not, I am hardly competent tojudge. I sometimes think it might prove useful to some, and entertaining...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENUNDER THE WILLOW-TREEby Hans Christian AndersenTHE region round the little town of Kjoge is very bleak andcold. The town lies on the sea shore, which is always beautiful; buthere it might be more beautiful than it is, for on every side thefields are flat, and it is a long way to the forest. But whenpersons reside in a place and get used to it, they can always findsomething beautiful in it,- something for which they long, even in themost charming spot in the world which is not home. It must be owned...
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMESThe Red-Headed LeagueI had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in theautumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a verystout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. Withan apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmespulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me."You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dearWatson," he said cordially....
The Unbearable Bassingtonby "Saki" [H. H. Munro]CHAPTER IFRANCESCA BASSINGTON sat in the drawing-room of her house in BlueStreet, W., regaling herself and her estimable brother Henry withChina tea and small cress sandwiches. The meal was of that elegantproportion which, while ministering sympathetically to the desiresof the moment, is happily reminiscent of a satisfactory luncheonand blessedly expectant of an elaborate dinner to come.In her younger days Francesca had been known as the beautiful Miss...
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS A debt of gratitude to Emily Bestler, Jason Kaufman, Ben Kaplan, and everyone at Pocket Books for their belief in this project. To my friend and agent, Jake Elwell, for his enthusiasm and unflagging effort. To the legendary George Wieser, for convincing me to write novels. To my dear friend Irv Sittler, for facilitating my audience with the Pope, secreting me into parts of Vatican City few ever see, and making my time in Rome unforgettable. To one of the most ingenious and gifted artists alive, John Langdon, who rose brilliantly to my impossible challenge and created the amb
Our specific charge in this unofficial mission has been to search the uninhabited worlds to find another source of the precious spice melange, upon which so much of the Imperium depends. We have documented the journeys of many of our Navigators and Steersmen, searching hundreds of planets. To date, however, we have had no success. The only source of melange in the Known Universe remains the desert world of Arrakis. The Guild, CHOAM, and all other dependents must continue in thrall of the Harkonnen monopoly. However, the value of exploring outlying territories for new planetary systems and ne
Anselme, who has ever been acknowledged as the first and perhaps the greatest of all the troubadours of Arbonne, was of modest birth, the youngest son of a clerk in the castle of a baron near Cauvas. He was of middling height, dark haired, with a quiet manner in speech that was nonetheless wondrously pleasing to all who heard him. While yet tender in years, he showed great skill and interest in music and was invited to join the celebrated choir of the Cauvas sanctuary of the god. It was not long, however, before he felt the beginnings of a desire to make music very different from that acc
December 6, 1996 Epworth Heights Luddington, Michigan My Dearest Kay, 1 am sitting on the porch, staring out at Lake Michigan as a sharp wind reminds me I need to cut my hair. 1 am remembering when we were here last, both of us abandoning who and what we are for one precious moment in the history of our time. Kay, I need you to listen to me. You are reading this because I am dead When I decided to write it, 1 asked Senator Lord to deliver it to you in person in the early part of December, a year after my death. I know how hard Christmas has always been for you, and now it must be unbear
Tacitus on Germanyby TacitusTranslated by Thomas GordonINTRODUCTORY NOTEThe dates of the birth and death of Tacitus are uncertain, but it isprobable that he was born about 54 A. D. and died after 117. He was acontemporary and friend of the younger Pliny, who addressed to himsome of his most famous epistles. Tacitus was apparently of theequestrian class, was an advocate by training, and had a reputation asan orator, though none of his speeches has survived. He held a numberof important public offices, and married the daughter of Agricola, the...
ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETSANTHOLOGY OFMASSACHUSETTSPOETSWILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE, Editor1- Page 2-ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETSAMERICA THE BEAUTIFULO BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, Forpurple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood >Fromsea to shining sea!...
The Pathfinder, or, The Inland Seaby James Fenimore CooperPREFACEThe plan of this tale suggested itself to the writer manyyears since, though the details are altogether of recent in-vention. The idea of associating seamen and savages inincidents that might be supposed characteristic of theGreat Lakes having been mentioned to a Publisher, thelatter obtained something like a pledge from the Authorto carry out the design at some future day, which pledgeis now tardily and imperfectly redeemed.The reader may recognize an old friend under new cir-cumstances in the principal character of this legen
The Spirit of Place and Other Essaysby Alice MeynellContents:The Spirit of PlaceMrs. DingleySolitudeThe Lady of the LyricsJulyWellsThe FootHave Patience, Little SaintThe Ladies of the IdyllA DerivationA CounterchangeRainLetters of Marceline ValmoreThe Hours of SleepThe HorizonHabits and ConsciousnessShadowsTHE SPIRIT OF PLACEWith mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poetshave all but outsung the bells. The inarticulate bell has found too...
The red sun balances on the highest ramparts of the mountains, and in its waning light, the foothills appear to be ablaze. A cool breeze blows down out of the sun and fans through the tall dry grass, which streams like waves of golden fire along the slopes toward the rich and shadowed valley. In the knee-high grass, he stands with his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, studying the vineyards below. The vines were pruned during the winter. The new growing season has just begun. The colorful wild mustard that flourished between the rows during the colder months has been chopped back and