SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCEand THE BOOK of THELby William BlakeSONGS OF INNOCENCEINTRODUCTIONPiping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"So I piped with merry cheer."Piper, pipe that song again;"So I piped: he wept to hear."Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer:!"...
When the Sleeper Wakesby H. G. [Herbert George] WellsCHAPTER IINSOMNIAOne afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a youngartist lodging at Boscastle, walked from that place tothe picturesque cove of Pentargen, desiring to examinethe caves there. Halfway down the precipitous pathto the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a mansitting in an attitude of profound distress beneatha projecting mass of rock. The hands of this manhung limply over his knees, his eyes were red andstaring before him, and his face was wet with tears....
POMPEY106-48 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenTHE people of Rome seem to have entertained for Pompey from hischildhood the same affection that Prometheus, in the tragedy ofAeschylus, expresses for Hercules, speaking of him as the author ofhis deliverance, in these words:-"Ah cruel Sire! how dear thy son to me!The generous offspring of my enemy!"For on the one hand, never did the Romans give such demonstrations...
Creatures That Once Were Menby Maxim GorkyTranslated from the Russian by J. M. SHIRAZI and OthersIntroduction by G. K. CHESTERTONCONTENTSINTRODUCTION . . . . . . . . . . . . VCreatures That Once were Men . . . . 13Twenty-Six Men and a Girl . . . . .104Chelkash . . . . . . . . . . . . . .125My Fellow-Traveller . . . . . . . .178On a Raft . . . . . . . . . . . . .229INTRODUCTIONBy G. K. CHESTERTONIt is certainly a curious fact that so many of the voices ofwhat is called our modern religion have come from countries...
TO BE READ AT DUSKTO BE READ AT DUSKby Charles Dickens1- Page 2-TO BE READ AT DUSKOne, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit ofthe Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights,stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been...
MUGBY JUNCTIONMUGBY JUNCTIONBy Charles Dickens1- Page 2-MUGBY JUNCTIONCHAPTER IBARBOXBROTHERSI"Guard! What place is this?""Mugby Junction, sir.""A windy place!""Yes, it mostly is, sir.""And looks comfortless indeed!""Yes, it generally does, sir."...
The Red Sealby Natalie Sumner LincolnCHAPTER IIN THE POLICE COURTTe Assistant District Attorney glanced down at the papers in his hand and then up at the well-dressed, stockily built man occupying the witness stand. His manner was conciliatory."According to your testimony, Mr. Clymer, the prisoner, John Sylvester, was honest and reliable, and faithfully performed his duties as confidential clerk," he stated. "Just when was Sylvester in your employ?""Sylvester was never in my employ," corrected Benjamin Augustus Clymer. The president of the Metropolis Trust Company was noted for his precis
The Rivermanby Stewart Edward WhiteIThe time was the year 1872, and the place a bend in the river abovea long pond terminating in a dam. Beyond this dam, and on a flatlower than it, stood a two-story mill structure. Save for a small,stump-dotted clearing, and the road that led from it, all else wasforest. Here in the bottom-lands, following the course of thestream, the hardwoods grew dense, their uppermost branches justbeginning to spray out in the first green of spring. Farther back,where the higher lands arose from the swamp, could be discerned the...
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...
PART IDETECTIVE STORIES FROM REAL LIFEPART IITRUE STORIES OF MODERN MAGICEdited by Julian HawthorneREAL LIFETable of contentsPART IDETECTIVE STORIES FROM REAL LIFEARTHUR TRAINA Flight into TexasP. H. WOODWARDAdventures in the Secret Service of the Post-Office DepartmentAn Erring ShepherdAn Aspirant for CongressThe Fortune of Seth SavageA Wish Unexpectedly GratifiedAn Old Game RevivedA Formidable WeaponANDREW LANGSaint-Germain the Deathless...
The Way of the WorldThe Way of the WorldWilliam Congreve1- Page 2-The Way of the WorldTO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE RALPH, EARL OFMOUNTAGUE, ETC.My Lord,Whether the world will arraign me of vanity or not, that Ihave presumed to dedicate this comedy to your lordship, I am yet in doubt;though, it may be, it is some degree of vanity even to doubt of it. One who...
Chapter IV of Volume III (Chap. 46)ELIZABETH had been a good deal disappointed in not finding a letter from Jane on their first arrival at Lambton; and this disappointment had been renewed on each of the mornings that had now been spent there; but on the third, her repining was over, and her sister justified, by the receipt of two letters from her at once, on one of which was marked that it had been missent elsewhere. Elizabeth was not surprised at it, as Jane had written the direction remarkably ill.They had just been preparing to walk as the letters came in; and her uncle and aunt, leaving
The Enchanted BluffWe had our swim before sundown, and while we were cooking oursupper the oblique rays of light made a dazzling glare on the whitesand about us. The translucent red ball itself sank behind thebrown stretches of cornfield as we sat down to eat, and the warmlayer of air that had rested over the water and our clean sand bargrew fresher and smelled of the rank ironweed and sunflowersgrowing on the flatter shore. The river was brown and sluggish,like any other of the half-dozen streams that water the Nebraska...
Weir of HermistonWeir of HermistonRobert Louis Stevenson1- Page 2-Weir of HermistonTO MY WIFEI saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir.Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow thekeen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.Take thou the writing: thine it is. For who Burnished the sword, blew on...
The Quaker Colonies, A Chronicle of the Proprietors of the Delawareby Sydney G. FisherCONTENTSI. THE BIRTH OF PENNSYLVANIAII. PENN SAILS FOR THE DELAWAREIII. LIFE IN PHILADELPHIAIV. TYPES OF THE POPULATIONV. THE TROUBLES OF PENN AND HIS SONSVI. THE FRENCH AND INDIAN WARVII. THE DECLINE OF QUAKER GOVERNMENTVIII. THE BEGINNINGS OF NEW JERSEYIX. PLANTERS AND TRADERS OF SOUTHERN JERSEYX. SCOTCH COVENANTERS AND OTHERS IN EAST JERSEYXI. THE UNITED JERSEYSXII. LITTLE DELAWAREXIII. THE ENGLISH CONQUESTBIBLIOGRAPHYTHE QUAKER COLONIES...
Selected Prose of Oscar Wildeby Oscar WildeContents:Preface by Robert RossHow They Struck a ContemporaryThe Quality of George MeredithLife in the Fallacious ModelLife the DiscipleLife the PlagiaristThe Indispensable EastThe Influence of the Impressionists on ClimateAn Exposure to NaturalismThomas Griffiths WainewrightWainewright at Hobart TownCardinal Newman and the AutobiographiersRobert BrowningThe Two Supreme and Highest ArtsThe Secrets of ImmortalityThe Critic and his MaterialDante the Living Guide...