FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE UGLY DUCKLINGby Hans Christian AndersenIT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the goldencorn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows lookedbeautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered inthe Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. Thecorn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midstof which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk aboutin the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENIN THE UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE SEAby Hans Christian AndersenSOME years ago, large ships were sent towards the north pole, toexplore the distant coasts, and to try how far men could penetrateinto those unknown regions. For more than a year one of these shipshad been pushing its way northward, amid snow and ice, and the sailorshad endured many hardships; till at length winter set in, and thesun entirely disappeared; for many weeks there would be constantnight. All around, as far as the eye could reach, nothing could be...
From the Memoirs of a Minister of Franceby Stanley WeymanCONTENTS.I.THE CLOCKMAKER OF POISSYII.THE TENNIS BALLSIII.TWO MAYORS OF BOTTITORTIV.LA TOUSSAINTV.THE LOST CIPHERVI.THE MAN OF MONCEAUXVII.THE GOVERNOR OF GUERETVIII.THE OPEN SHUTTERIX.THE MAID OF HONOURX.FARMING THE TAXESXI.THE CAT AND THE KINGXII.AT FONTAINEBLEAUI. THE CLOCKMAKER OF POISSY.Foreseeing that some who do not love me will be swift to allege that in the preparation of these memoirs I have set down only such things as redound to my credit, and have suppressed the many experiences not so propitious which fall to the lot of th
Arms and the Manby George Bernard ShawINTRODUCTIONTo the irreverentand which of us will claim entire exemption from thatcomfortable classification?there is something very amusing in theattitude of the orthodox criticism toward Bernard Shaw. He so obviouslydisregards all the canons and unities and other things which everywell-bred dramatist is bound to respect that his work is really unworthyof serious criticism (orthodox). Indeed he knows no more about thedramatic art than, according to his own story in "The Man of Destiny,"Napoleon at Tavazzano knew of the Art of War. But both men were...
A SONG ABOUT MYSELFby John KeatsI.There was a naughty boy,A naughty boy was he,He would not stop at home,He could not quiet be-He tookIn his knapsackA bookFull of vowelsAnd a shirtWith some towels,A slight capFor night cap,A hair brush,...
Roughing Itby Mark TwainTOCALVIN H. HIGBIE,Of California,an Honest Man, a Genial Comrade, and a Steadfast Friend.THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBEDBy the Author,In Memory of the Curious TimeWhen We TwoWERE MILLIONAIRES FOR TEN DAYS.ROUGHING ITBYMARK TWAIN....
THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESARJULIUS CAESARWilliam Shakespeare15991- Page 2-THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESARACT I.2- Page 3-THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESARSCENE I. Rome. A street.Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners.FLAVIUS. Hence, home, you idle creatures, get you home. Is this a...
Rhymes a la Modeby Andrew LangBALLADE DEDICATORYTO MRS. ELTON OF WHITE STAUNTONThe painted Briton built his mound,And left his celts and clay,On yon fair slope of sunlit groundThat fronts your garden gay;The Roman came, he bore the sway,He bullied, bought, and sold,Your fountain sweeps his works awayBeside your manor old!But still his crumbling urns are foundWithin the window-bay,Where once he listened to the soundThat lulls you day by day; -The sound of summer winds at play,The noise of waters coldTo Yarty wandering on their way,...
BEYOND THE CITYBEYOND THE CITYArthur Conan Doyle1- Page 2-BEYOND THE CITYCHAPTER I.THE NEW-COMERS."If you please, mum," said the voice of a domestic from somewhereround the angle of the door, "number three is moving in.Two little old ladies, who were sitting at either side of a table, sprangto their feet with ejaculations of interest, and rushed to the window of the...
Cyprus, as I Saw it in 1879by Sir Samuel W. BakerCONTENTSINTRODUCTIONCHAPTER I. ARRIVAL AT LARNACACHAPTER II. THE GIPSY-VANS ENCOUNTER DIFFICULTIESCHAPTER III. ROUTE TO NICOSIACHAPTER IV. THE MESSARIACHAPTER V. START FOR THE CARPASCHAPTER VI. CAPE ST. ANDREACHAPTER VII. KYRENIA AND THE NORTH COASTCHAPTER VIII. ROUTE TO BAFFOCHAPTER IX. FROM BAFFO TO LIMASOLCHAPTER X. THE WINE DISTRICT OF LIMASOLCHAPTER XI. FROM LIMASOL TO THE MOUNTAINS...
FINALE.Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending. Who can quit younglives after being long in company with them, and not desire to knowwhat befell them in their after-years? For the fragment of a life,however typical, is not the sample of an even web: promises maynot be kept, and an ardent outset may be followed by declension;latent powers may find their long-waited opportunity; a past errormay urge a grand retrieval.Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives,is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept...
Last Days in a Dutch Hotelby William Dean HowellsWhen we said that we were going to Scheveningen, in the middle ofSeptember, the portier of the hotel at The Hague was sure we should bevery cold, perhaps because we had suffered so much in his house already;and he was right, for the wind blew with a Dutch tenacity of purpose fora whole week, so that the guests thinly peopling the vast hostelry seemedto rustle through its chilly halls and corridors like so many autumnleaves. We were but a poor hundred at most where five hundred would nothave been a crowd; and, when we sat down at the long table
The Hungry Stones And Other Storiesby Rabindranath TagoreContents:The Hungry StonesThe VictoryOnce There Was A KingThe Home-comingMy Lord, The BabyThe Kingdom Of CardsThe DevoteeVisionThe Babus Of NayanjoreLiving Or Dead?"We Crown Thee King"The RenunciationThe Cabuliwallah[The Fruitseller from Cabul]THE HUNGRY STONESMy kinsman and myself were returning to Calcutta from our Puja trip when we met the man in a train. From his dress and bearing we took him at first for an up-country Mahomedan, but we were puzzled as we heard him...
Love-Songs of Childhoodby Eugene FieldTo Mrs. Belle AnglerDearest Aunt:Many years ago you used to rock me to sleep, cradling me in yourarms and singing me petty songs. Surely you have not forgottenthat time, and I recall it with tenderness. You were verybeautiful then. But you are more beautiful now; for, in the yearsthat have come and gone since then, the joys and the sorrows ofmaternity have impressed their saintly grace upon the dear face Iused to kiss, and have made your gentle heart gentler still....
ADVENTUREADVENTUREby Jack London1- Page 2-ADVENTURECHAPTER ISOMETHING TOBE DONEHe was a very sick white man. He rode pick-a-back on a woolly-headed, black-skinned savage, the lobes of whose ears had been piercedand stretched until one had torn out, while the other carried a circularblock of carved wood three inches in diameter. The torn ear had been...
The Pension Beaurepasby Henry JamesCHAPTER I.I was not richon the contrary; and I had been told the PensionBeaurepas was cheap. I had, moreover, been told that a boarding-house is a capital place for the study of human nature. I had afancy for a literary career, and a friend of mine had said to me, "Ifyou mean to write you ought to go and live in a boarding-house; thereis no other such place to pick up material." I had read something ofthis kind in a letter addressed by Stendhal to his sister: "I have apassionate desire to know human nature, and have a great mind to live...