Rivers to the Seaby Sara TeasdaleToERNSTCONTENTSPART ISPRING NIGHTTHE FLIGHTNEW LOVE AND OLDTHE LOOKSPRINGTHE LIGHTED WINDOWTHE KISSSWANSTHE OLD MAIDFROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWERAT NIGHTTHE YEARSPEACEAPRILCOMEMOODSAPRIL SONGMAY DAYCROWNEDTO A CASTILIAN SONGBROADWAYA WINTER BLUEJAYIN A RESTAURANTJOYIN A RAILROAD STATIONIN THE TRAINTO ONE AWAYSONGDEEP IN THE NIGHTTHE INDIA WHARFI SHALL NOT CAREDESERT POOLS...
THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMSThe summer moon, which shines in so many a tale, was beaming overa broad extent of uneven country. Some of its brightest rays wereflung into a spring of water, where no traveller, toiling, as thewriter has, up the hilly road beside which it gushes, ever failedto quench his thirst. The work of neat hands and considerate artwas visible about this blessed fountain. An open cistern, hewnand hollowed out of solid stone, was placed above the waters,which filled it to the brim, but by some invisible outlet wereconveyed away without dripping down its sides. Though the basin...
The Story of an African Farmby Olive Schreiner (Ralph Iron)Preface.I have to thank cordially the public and my critics for the reception theyhave given this little book.Dealing with a subject that is far removed from the round of English dailylife, it of necessity lacks the charm that hangs about the idealrepresentation of familiar things, and its reception has therefore been themore kindly.A word of explanation is necessary. Two strangers appear on the scene, andsome have fancied that in the second they have again the first, who returns...
400 BCON THE SACRED DISEASEby Hippocratestranslated by Francis AdamsON THE SACRED DISEASEIt is thus with regard to the disease called Sacred: it appears tome to be nowise more divine nor more sacred than other diseases, buthas a natural cause from the originates like other affections. Menregard its nature and cause as divine from ignorance and wonder,because it is not at all like to other diseases. And this notion of...
The Yellow Godor An Idol of Africaby H. Rider HaggardCHAPTER ISAHARA LIMITEDSir Robert Aylward, Bart., M.P., sat in his office in the City ofLondon. It was a very magnificent office, quite one of the finest thatcould be found within half a mile of the Mansion House. Its exteriorwas built of Aberdeen granite, a material calculated to impress theprospective investor with a comfortable sense of security. Otherstucco, or even brick-built, offices might crumble and fall in anactual or a financial sense, but this rock-like edifice of granite,surmounted by a life-sized statue of Justice with her sca
Concerning Christian Libertyby Martin LutherCONCERNING CHRISTIAN LIBERTYLETTER OF MARTIN LUTHER TO POPE LEO XAmong those monstrous evils of this age with which I have now forthree years been waging war, I am sometimes compelled to look toyou and to call you to mind, most blessed father Leo. In truth,since you alone are everywhere considered as being the cause ofmy engaging in war, I cannot at any time fail to remember you;and although I have been compelled by the causeless raging ofyour impious flatterers against me to appeal from your seat to a...
Adventure VIIIThe Resident PatientGlancing over the somewhat incoherent series ofMemoirs with which I have endeavored to illustrate afew of the mental peculiarities of my friend Mr.Sherlock Holmes, I have been struck by the difficultywhich I have experienced in picking out examples whichshall in every way answer my purpose. For in thosecases in which Holmes has performed some tour de forceof analytical reasoning, and has demonstrated thevalue of his peculiar methods of investigation, thefacts themselves have often been so slight or so...
A Room With A Viewby E. M. ForsterCONTENTS:PART ONEI. The BertoliniII. In Santa Croce with No BaedekerIII. Music, Violets, and the Letter "S"IV. Fourth ChapterV. Possibilities of a Pleasant OutingVI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager,Mr. Emerson, Mr. George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish,Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch DriveOut in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive ThemVII. They ReturnPART TWO...
Wildfireby Zane GreyCHAPTER IFor some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotionsasweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the Ford, yet a hauntingremorse that she could not be wholly contenta vague loneliness of soulathrill and a fear for the strangely calling future, glorious, unknown.She longed for something to happen. It might be terrible, so long as it waswonderful. This day, when Lucy had stolen away on a forbidden horse, she waseighteen years old. The thought of her mother, who had died long ago on their...
CORIOLANUSCORIOLANUSWilliam Shakespeare16081- Page 2-CORIOLANUSDramatis PersonaeCAIUS MARCIUS, afterwards CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUSGenerals against the Volscians TITUS LARTIUS COMINIUSMENENIUS AGRIPPA, friend to CoriolanusTribunes of the People SICINIUS VELUTUS JUNIUS BRUTUSYOUNG MARCIUS, son to Coriolanus A ROMAN HERALD...
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...
The Lady, or the Tiger?by Frank R. StocktonIn the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whoseideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by theprogressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large,florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which wasbarbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of anauthority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his variedfancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and,when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done.When every member of his domestic and political systems moved...
Boyhoodby Leo TolstoyTranslated by CJ HogarthIA SLOW JOURNEYAgain two carriages stood at the front door of the house at Petrovskoe. In one of them sat Mimi, the two girls, and their maid, with the bailiff, Jakoff, on the box, while in the othera britchkasat Woloda, myself, and our servant Vassili. Papa, who was to follow us to Moscow in a few days, was standing bareheaded on the entrance-steps. He made the sign of the cross at the windows of the carriages, and said:"Christ go with you! Good-bye."Jakoff and our coachman (for we had our own horses) lifted their caps in answer, and also made the
THE TWO FROGSOnce upon a time in the country of Japan there lived two frogs,one of whom made his home in a ditch near the town of Osaka, onthe sea coast, while the other dwelt in a clear little streamwhich ran through the city of Kioto. At such a great distanceapart, they had never even heard of each other; but, funnilyenough, the idea came into both their heads at once that theyshould like to see a little of the world, and the frog who livedat Kioto wanted to visit Osaka, and the frog who lived at Osakawished to go to Kioto, where the great Mikado had his palace....