Saint's Progress
In the dining-room of her father's house in that old London Square between East and West, Gratian Laird, in
the outdoor garb of a nurse, was writing a telegram: "Reverend Edward Pierson, Kestrel, Tintern,
Monmouthshire. George terribly ill. Please come if you can. Gratian." Giving it to a maid, she took off her long
coat and sat down for a moment.
Salammbo
They had no beard, no hair, no eyebrows. In their hands, which sparkled with rings, they
carried enormous lyres, and with shrill voice they sang a hymn to the divinity of Carthage. They were the
eunuch priests of the temple of Tanith, who were often summoned by Salammbo to her house.
Samantha at Saratoga: or, Racin' After Fashion
But the thought kep a naggin' me stiddy, and then -- here is the curious part of it -- the thought nagged me, and I nagged Josiah, or not exactly nagged; not a clear nag; I despise them, and always did. But I kinder kep' it before his mind from day to day, and from hour to hour. And the idee would keep a tellin' me things and I would keep a tellin' 'em to my companion. --by Marietta Holley
Samuel Butler; A Sketch
This was the second great event in his life, and henceforward Italy and Handel were always present
at the bottom of his mind as a kind of double pedal to every thought, word, and deed. Almost the
last thing he ever asked me to do for him, within a few days of his death, was to bring 'Solomon'
that he might refresh his memory as to the harmonies of "With thee th' unsheltered moor I'd
trace."--by Henry Festing Jones
Sanitary and Social Lectures and Essays
We talk of our hardy forefathers; and rightly. But they were hardy, just as the savage is usually hardy, because none but the hardy lived. They may have been able to say of themselves--as they do in a State paper of 1515, now well known through the pages of Mr. Froude: "What comyn folk of all the world may compare with the comyns of England, in riches, freedom, liberty, welfare, and all prosperity?
Sara Crewe
Little Sara Crewe never went in or out of the house without reading that door-plate and reflecting upon it. By the
time she was twelve, she had decided that all her trouble arose because, in the first place, she was not "Select,"
and in the second she was not a "Young Lady."
Sarrasine
They lowered their voices and walked away in order to talk more at their ease on some retired couch. Never was a more promising mine laid open to seekers after mysteries. No one knew from what country the Lanty family came, nor to what source--commerce, extortion, piracy, or inheritance--they owed a fortune estimated at several millions. All the members of the family spoke Italian, French, Spanish, English, and German
Sartor Resartus
OK, so maybe this book sold a little too well in Germany back around 1935 or so. What's your point?
Satyricon
At one point, Scott Fitzgerald wanted to name Gatsby Trimalchio in America, based on the character Trimalchio in this work. By Petronius
Saunterings
I wonder if it is the Channel? Almost everything is laid to the Channel: it has no friends. The sailors call it the nastiest bit of water in the world. All travelers anathematize it. I have now crossed it three times in different places, by long routes and short ones, and have always found it as comfortable as any sailing anywhere, sailing being one of the most tedious and disagreeable inventions of a fallen race.
Scaramouche--A Romance of the French Revolution
"I desire no immunity," flashed back the young seminarist, stung by this fresh goad. After all, he was nobly born, and the traditions of his class were strong upon him - stronger far than the seminarist schooling in humility. He owed it to himself, to his honour, to be killed rather than avoid the consequences of the thing he had done.
Scenes from a Courtesan's Life
In 1824, at the last opera ball of the season, several masks were struck by the beauty of a youth who was wandering about the passages and greenroom with the air of a man in search of a woman kept at home by unexpected circumstances. The secret of this behavior, now dilatory and again hurried, is known only to old women and to certain experienced loungers.
Sea Garden
The world is yet unspoiled for you,/you wait, expectant--/you are like the children/who haunt your own steps
for chance bits--a comb/that may have slipped,/a gold tassle, unravelled,
Second April
There will be rose and rhododendron/ When you are dead and under ground;/Still will be heard from white syringas/ Heavy with bees, a sunny sound;
Sejanus
`Not these are safe, where nothing is.'' Yourselfe,/While thus you stand but by me, are not safe./Was Silius safe? or the good Sosia safe?/Or was my Neice, deare Claudia Pulchra safe?
Selected Lead Articles from The Dawn
Wives suffer from long hours of work, low wages, lack of rest, and oppression, and
women are citizens entitled to just such rights and prilileges are claimed by men, among these
privileges being the right to cease work, and to make terms for the betterment of their
condition.-- by Louisa Lawson
Selected Poems of Robert Browning
The most frightening thing you'll ever go through is a 9 a.m. lit class covering Browning where the Prof does a phallus thing on slug horns. Almost wrecked the Dark Tower for me. Almost.
Selected Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Includes Kubla Khan and Christabel.
Self Help
The greatest results in life are usually attained by simple means, and the exercise of ordinary qualities. The common life of every day, with its cares, necessities, and duties, affords ample opportunity for acquiring experience of the best kind; and its most beaten paths provide the true worker with abundant scope for effort and room for self-improvement. The road of human welfare lies along the old highway of steadfast well-doing--by Samuel Smiles
Self-Help and The Toll-House
They shook hands, but Sam said he couldn't tell 'em about the ring; and several times Ginger was on the point of calling 'im the names he 'ad called 'im in the arternoon, on'y Peter trod on 'is foot and stopped him. -- by WW Jacobs
Sense and Sensibility
By a former marriage, Mr. Henry Dashwood had one son: by his present lady, three daughters. The son, a steady respectable young man, was amply provided for by the fortune of his mother, which had been large, and half of which devolved on him on his coming of age. By his own marriage, likewise, which happened soon afterwards, he added to his wealth.
SERPENTS OF SIVA
The thing that came from the box was human; it became more so, as it unlimbered. Spidery arms clutched the box front; long gangling legs stretched to the floor; bare brown feet padded softly. A spindly figure stretched to its full height.
Seventeen
Thus a shrill voice, to his ears hideously different from that other, interrupted and dispersed his visions. Little Jane, his ten-year- old sister, stood upon the front porch, the door open behind her, and in her hand she held a large slab of bread-and-butter covered with apple sauce and powdered sugar. Evidence that she had sampled this compound was upon her cheeks, and to her brother she was a repulsive sight.
She: A History of
Adventure
Some consider this the best of his "small party goes off into jungle and finds" novels. A guilty pleasure.
Shelley
The true visionary is often a man of action, and Shelley was a very peculiar combination of the two. He was a dreamer, but he never dreamed merely for the sake of dreaming; he always rushed to translate his dreams into acts. The practical side of him was so strong that he might have been a great statesman or reformer, had not his imagination, stimulated by a torrential fluency of language, overborne his will. --by Sydney Waterlow
SHELLEY: AN ESSAY
Now Shelley never could have been a man, for he never was a boy. And the reason lay in the persecution which overclouded his school- days. Of that persecution's effect upon him, he has left us, in The Revolt of Islam, a picture which to many or most people very probably seems a poetical exaggeration; partly because Shelley appears to have escaped physical brutality--by Francis Thompson
Shirley
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things
within as on the state of things without and around us. I make this trite remark, because I
happen to know that Messrs Helstone and Moore trotted forth from the mill-yard gates at the
head of their very small company, in the best possible spirits.--by Charlotte Bronte
SHIWAN KHAN RETURNS
The Shadow had seen Ahmed, the instant that the spearman rose. He, too, had gone on the move, in a fashion that neither of his grapplers expected. Braced between their forward-shoving arms, The Shadow had flung his feet ahead of him, against the window sill. Timed to the lift of Ahmed's spear, The Shadow supplied a mighty recoil.
Short History of Wales
The Romans allowed the Welsh families and tribes to remain as before, and to be ruled by their own kings and chiefs. But they kept the defence of the country--the manning of the great wall in the north of Roman Britain, the garrisoning of the legion towns, and the holding of the western sea--in their own hand. --by Owen M. Edwards
Sight Unseen
It was sinister, mysterious, dark. Its immediate effect on my imagination was apprehension - almost terror. Murder or suicide, here among the shadows a soul, an indestructible thing, had been recently violently wrenched from its body. The body lay in the room overhead. But what of the spirit?
Signa
It was not probable. He knew the touch of a dead thing, and she had felt to him dead as any slaughtered sheep could be. But sometimes, in the long lonely nights of autumn, when he sat watching his grapes, with the gun against his knee, lest thieves should strip the vines, Bruno would think of it, and say to himself--"If she were not really dead, what was I?"
Signs of Change
In considering the Aims of Art, that is, why men toilsomely cherish and practise Art, I find myself compelled to generalize from the only specimen of humanity of which I know anything; to wit, myself. Now, when I think of what it is that I desire, I find that I can give it no other name than happiness. I want to be happy while I live; for as for death, I find that, never having experienced it, I have no conception of what it means --by Sci Fi Author William Morris
Silas Marner
But while opinion concerning him had remained nearly stationary, and his daily habits had presented scarcely
any visible change, Marner's inward life had been a history and a metamorphosis, as that of every fervid nature
must be when it has fled, or been condemned, to solitude.
SILVER SKULL
In the split-seconds while Sleed was falling with the box, The Shadow changed his tactics. He dropped to pick an opening that would offer shots at Thelma, intending to handle Sleed later. The choice was a smart one, but it didn't allow for the contents of the box that Sleed had overturned.
Sinking of the Titanic and Great Sea Disasters
SIXTEEN boats were in the procession which entered on the terrible hours of rowing, drifting and suspense.
Women wept for lost husbands and sons, sailors sobbed for the ship which had been their pride. Men
choked back tears and sought to comfort the widowed. Perhaps, they said, other boats might have put off in
another direction. They strove, though none too sure themselves, to convince the women of the certainty that a
rescue ship would appear.--Edited by Logan Marshall
Sintram and His Companions
An illness followed this sudden attack; and during the course of it the stout old knight, in the midst of his
delirious ravings, did not cease to affirm confidently that he must and should recover. He laughed proudly
when his fever-fits came on, and rebuked them for daring to attack him so needlessly.
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
In translation from the West Midland dialect (sorry, prose was best I could find.)
Sir Nigel
In those simple times there was a great wonder and mystery in life. Man walked in fear and solemnity, with
Heaven very close above his head, and Hell below his very feet. God's visible hand was everywhere, in the
rainbow and the comet, in the thunder and the wind. The Devil too raged openly upon the earth; he skulked
behind the hedge-rows in the gloaming
Sir Walter Raleigh and his Times
And yet in this mood, as in most, there is a sort of left-handed truth involved. These heroes are not so far
removed from us after all. They were men of like passions with ourselves, with the same flesh about
them, the same spirit within them, the same world outside, the same devil beneath, the same God above.
They and their deeds were not so very wonderful.
Sister Carrie
By Dreiser, Mencken's favorite author.
SIX MEN OF EVIL
CARL WALTON was sitting in a chair in the corner of Anthony Hanscom's study. Mosier's body still lay upon the floor. Two uniformed policemen and a physician were in the room; beside them was a stern-faced man in a light-gray business suit. This was Police Chief Culver, who headed Tilson's small but efficient force.
Sixes and Sevens
On the bottom shelf behind the counter was a pound of fresh butter that the dairyman had left ten minutes
before. With a bread knife Miss Martha made a deep slash in each of the stale loaves, inserted a generous
quantity of butter, and pressed the loaves tight again.
Sketches by Boz
We commenced our last chapter with the beadle of our parish, because we are deeply sensible of the importance and dignity of his office. We will begin the present, with the clergyman. Our curate is a young gentleman of such prepossessing appearance, and fascinating manners, that within one month after his first appearance in the parish, half the young-lady inhabitants were melancholy with religion, and the other half, desponding with love.
Sketches in Lavender, Blue and Green
The fault that most people will find with this story is that it is unconvincing. Its scheme is improbable, its atmosphere artificial. To confess that the thing really happened--not as I am about to set it down, for the pen of the professional writer cannot but adorn and embroider, even to the detriment of his material--is, I am well aware, only an aggravation of my offence, for the facts of life are the impossibilities of fiction.
Sketches of Young Couples
Everything with the formal couple resolves itself into a matter of form. They don't call upon you on your account, but their own; not to see how you are, but to show how they are: it is not a ceremony to do honour to you, but to themselves, - not due to your position, but to theirs. If one of a friend's children die, the formal couple are as sure and punctual in sending to the house as the undertaker; if a friend's family be increased, the monthly nurse is not more attentive than they.
Sketches of Young Gentlemen
There is an amiable kind of young gentleman going about in society, upon whom, after much experience of him, and considerable turning over of the subject in our mind, we feel it our duty to affix the above appellation. Young ladies mildly call him a 'sarcastic' young gentleman, or a 'severe' young gentleman. We, who know better, beg to acquaint them with the fact, that he is merely a censorious young gentleman
SLAVERY IN MASSACHUSETTS
They who have been bred in the school of politics fail now and always to face the facts. Their measures are half measures and makeshifts merely. They put off the day of settlement indefinitely, and meanwhile the debt accumulates. Though the Fugitive Slave Law had not been the subject of discussion on that occasion, it was at length faintly resolved by my townsmen, at an adjourned meeting
Smoke
The fresh night air enfolded Litvinov's flushed face caressingly, the fragrant breeze breathed on his parched lips. "What is it," he thought as he went along the dark avenue, "that I have been present at? Why were they met together? What were they shouting, scolding, and making such a pother about? What was it all for?" Litvinov shrugged his shoulders, and turning into Weber's, he picked up a newspaper and asked for an ice.
Smoke Bellew
In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in the Bohemian crowd of San Francisco, he was called Kit Bellew. And in the end he was known by no other name than Smoke Bellew. And this history of the evolution of his name is the history of his evolution.
Soldiers of Fortune
The President and Madame Alvarez were King's guests on one of these
moonlight excursions, and were saluted by the proper number of guns, and their native band played on
the forward deck. Clay felt that King held the centre of the stage for the time being, and obliterated
himself completely. He thought of his own paddle- wheel tug-boat that he had had painted and gilded
in her honor, and smiled grimly.
Some Causes of the Prevailing Discontent
In view of the general amelioration of the conditions of life this seems unreasonable and illogical, but it may seem less so when we reflect that human nature is unchanged, and that which has to be satisfied in this world is the mind. And there are some exceptions to this general material prosperity, in its result to the working classes. Manufacturing England is an exception.
Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology
Includes works by Richard Aldington, HD, Amy Lowell, DH Lawrence, and others.
Some Learned Fables for Good Old Boys and Girls
They were of a different nationality from
those with the expedition, and their language seemed but a musical, meaningless jargon. They were a timid,
gentle race, but ignorant, and heathenish worshipers of unknown gods. The expedition detailed a great
detachment of missionaries to teach them the true religion, and in a week's time a precious work had been
wrought among those darkened creatures
Some Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion
There was some talk about the perils of the sea, and a landsman delivered himself of the customary nonsense about the poor mariner wandering in far oceans, tempest-tossed, pursued by dangers, every storm-blast and thunderbolt in the home skies moving the friends by snug firesides to compassion for that poor mariner, and prayers for his succor. Captain Bowling put up with this for a while, and then burst out with a new view of the matter.
Somebody's Luggage
In case confusion should arise in the public mind (which it is open to confusion on many subjects) respecting what is meant or implied by the term Waiter, the present humble lines would wish to offer an explanation. It may not be generally known that the person as goes out to wait is NOT a Waiter. It may not be generally known that the hand as is called in extra, at the Freemasons' Tavern, or the London, or the Albion, or otherwise, is NOT a Waiter.
Something New
Also known as "Something Fresh."
Songs of the Ridings
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark/Wheer they've bin bred an' born;/When I were young I awlus thowt/I'd bide 'mong t' roots an' corn./
But I've bin forced to work i' towns,/So here's my litany:/Frae Hull, an' Halifax, an' Hell,/Gooid Lord, deliver me! --F. W. Moorman
Sonnets from the Portuguese
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./I love thee to the depth and breadth and height/My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight/For the ends of Being and ideal Grace./I love thee to the level of everyday's/Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight./I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;/
Sons and Lovers
Copyright laws suck. There's this one DH Lawrence book I wish I could add... though the above is pretty good, too.
Sons of the Soil
It is true that to understand
the delights of country life one must have something to do, some interests in it; one must know the
nature of the work to be done, and the alternating harmony of toil and pleasure,--eternal symbol of
human life.
Sophist
SOCRATES: Is he not rather a god, Theodorus, who comes to us in the disguise of a stranger? For Homer says that all the gods, and especially the god of strangers, are companions of the meek and just, and visit the good and evil among men. And may not your companion be one of those higher powers, a cross-examining deity, who has come to spy out our weakness in argument, and to cross-examine us?
Sour Grapes
Men with picked voices chant the names/of cities in a huge gallery: promises/that pull through descending stairways/to a deep rumbling. --by William Carlos Williams
South Sea Tales
I met him first in a hurricane; and though we had gone through the hurricane on the same schooner, it was not until the schooner had gone to pieces under us that I first laid eyes on him. Without doubt I had seen him with the rest of the kanaka crew on board, but I had not consciously been aware of his existence, for the Petite Jeanne was rather overcrowded.
Speaking of Operations
If an operation is such a good thing to talk about, why isn't it a good thing to write about, too? That is what I wish to know. Besides, I need the money. Verily, one always needs the money when one has but recently escaped from the ministering clutches of the modern hospital. Therefore I write.
Speeches: Literary and Social
CAPTAIN HEWETT, - I am very proud and happy to have been selected as the instrument of conveying to you the heartfelt thanks of my fellow-passengers on board the ship entrusted to your charge, and of entreating your acceptance of this trifling present. The ingenious artists who work in silver do not always, I find, keep their promises, even in Boston.
SPOOK HOLE
His mumbling was a mistake. A bare twenty feet away, the second skulker heard him. This man had two arms well filled with muscle, and his face was chiefly notable for the lack of space between the eyes, and an oversized jaw. This man gripped a two-foot length of heavy wire hawser which had been wrapped with adhesive tape. It was an instrument that could kill a man.
Spoon River Anthology
HENRY got me with child,/Knowing that I could not bring forth life/Without losing my own./In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust./Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived/That Henry loved me with a husband's love/But I proclaim from the dust/That he slew me to gratify his hatred.
St. Ives
Now, I was asking myself, how far will a gentleman go? Not surely so far as to help hush a murder up? So that - when I heard you tell how you knew nothing of the matter, and were only awakened by the corporal, and all the rest of it - I translated your statements into something else. -- Robert Louis Stevenson
St. Martin's Summer
Life in Dauphiny.
Stage-Land
He is always cheerful and always good. We never knew a bad Irishman on the stage. Sometimes a stage Irishman seems to be a bad man--such as the "agent" or the "informer"--but in these cases it invariably turns out in the end that this man was all along a Scotchman, and thus what had been a mystery becomes clear and explicable. -- by Jerome K. Jerome
Stalky & Co.
In the infinitely petty confederacies of the Common-room, King and Macrea, fellow house-masters, had borne it in upon him that by games, and games alone, was salvation wrought. Boys neglected were boys lost. They must be disciplined. Left to himself, Prout would have made a sympathetic house-master; but he was never so left, and with the devilish insight of youth, the boys knew to whom they were indebted for his zeal.
Statesman
THEODORUS: By Ammon, the god of Cyrene, Socrates, that is a very fair hit; and shows that you have not forgotten your geometry. I will retaliate on you at some other time, but I must now ask the Stranger, who will not, I hope, tire of his goodness to us, to proceed either with the Statesman or with the Philosopher, whichever he prefers.
Steadfast Falters
Like a wounded thing stricken unto death, Betty sat alone, hardly aware that her aunt had gone. Her
great eyes, distended and dark with pain, gazed out into the fading twilight. She was forcing her mind
back over the events which just preceded her father's death. --by E. Mandevill Rogers
Steal This Book
The '60s manual by Abbie Hoffman. Hey, might have helped in Seattle
Steep Trails
Lilies are rare in Utah; so also are their companions the ferns and orchids, chiefly on account of
the fiery saltness of the soil and climate. You may walk the deserts of the Great Basin in the
bloom time of the year, all the way across from the snowy Sierra to the snowy Wahsatch, and
your eyes will be filled with many a gay malva, and poppy, and abronia, and cactus--by John Muir
Stories from Pentamerone
Giambattista Basile's take... works great if you don't have enough time to digest the Decameron.
Stories of a Western Town
"Oh, not so bad as that, I cut him down, he was up in the garret
and I sus--suspected him and I run up and--oh, he was there, a choking, and he was so mad! He
swore at me and--he kicked me when I--I says: 'Kurt, what are you doing of? Hold on till I git a
knife,' I says-- by Octave Thanet
Story of An African Farm
At last came the year of the great drought, the year of eighteen-sixty-two. From end to end of the land the earth
cried for water. Man and beast turned their eyes to the pitiless sky, that like the roof of some brazen oven
arched overhead. On the farm, day after day, month after month, the water in the dams fell lower and lower;
the sheep died in the fields; the cattle, scarcely able to crawl, tottered as they moved from spot to spot in
search of food.
Story of the Session of the California Legislature of 1909
But back of this is the even more important requirement
that there be elected to the Legislature American citizens, with the
responsibility of their citizenship upon them, rather than partisans,
burdened, until their good purposes are made negative, by the
responsibility of their partisanship.--by Franklin Hichborn
Story Of Waitstill Baxter
VILLAGE "Aunts" and "Uncles" were elected to that relationship by the common consent of the
community; their fitness being established by great age, by decided individuality or eccentricity of
character, by uncommon lovableness, or by the possession of an abundant wit and humor. There was
no formality about the thing; certain women were always called "Aunt Sukie," or "Aunt Hitty,"
Strange Case of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde
By Robert Louis Stevenson (also author of The Bottle Imp).
Struggling Upward
Luke's uncomfortable consciousness of his deficiencies in dress soon passed off. He noticed the sneer on Randolph's face and heard Sam's laugh, but he cared very little for the opinion of either of them. No other in the company appeared to observe his poor dress, and he was cordially greeted by them all, with the two exceptions already named.
Study of a Woman
At these words the marquise was about to fling the letter in the fire; but there came into her head
a fancy--which all virtuous women will readily understand--to see how a man who began a letter in
that style could possibly end it. When she had turned the fourth page and read it, she let her arms
drop like a person much fatigued.
Such is Life: Being Certain Extracts From the Diary of Tom Collins
Good. If either of the two first hypotheses be correct, my enforced furlough tacitly conveys the
responsibility of extending a ray of information, however narrow and feeble, across the path of
such fellow-pilgrims as have led lives more sedentary than my own--particularly as I have enough
money to frank myself in a frugal way for some weeks, as well as to purchase the few
requisites of authorship.
Summer
SINCE her reinstatement in Miss Hatchard's favour Charity had not dared to curtail by a moment her hours of
attendance at the library. She even made a point of arriving before the time, and showed a laudable
indignation when the youngest Targatt girl, who had been engaged to help in the cleaning and rearranging of
the books, came trailing in late and neglected her task to peer through the window at the Sollas boy.
Sunday Under Three Heads
There are few things from which I derive greater pleasure, than walking through some of the principal streets of London on a fine Sunday, in summer, and watching the cheerful faces of the lively groups with which they are thronged. There is something, to my eyes at least, exceedingly pleasing in the general desire evinced by the humbler classes of society, to appear neat and clean on this their only holiday.
SVENGALI KILL
Four people in the room. The killer and the man-hunter, the girl and a man who was interested in the girl. Vale as a matter of fact was quite bored with the murder, all he was trying to dope out was how to cut in on Betty. Was it a thing between her and this Ager character?
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed
A drifting, April, twilight sky,/A wind which blew the puddles dry,/And slapped the river into waves/That ran and hid among the staves/Of an old wharf. A watery light/Touched bleak the granite bridge, and white
Symposium
You are mocking, Socrates, said Agathon, and ere long you and I will have to determine who bears off the palm of wisdom--of this Dionysus shall be the judge; but at present you are better occupied with supper.
SYNDICATE OF DEATH
That ended Bartlett's observations. In his excitement over viewing his own image through the solid screen that intervened the professor had forgotten the two figures that had sidled away from the revealing rays of the cathodoscope. But the men in question had not forgotten him, as they proved.
Table-Talk
We hear it maintained by people of more gravity than understanding, that genius and taste are strictly reducible to rules, and that there is a rule for everything. So far is it from being true that the finest breath of fancy is a definable thing, that the plainest common sense is only what Mr. Locke would have called a mixed mode, subject to a particular sort of acquired and undefinable tact.
Tacitus on Germany
. But to none else but the Priests is it allowed to exercise correction, or to inflict bonds or stripes. Nor when the Priests do this, is the same considered as a punishment, or arising from the orders of the general, but from the immediate command of the Deity, Him whom they believe to accompany them in war. They therefore carry with them when going to fight, certain images and figures taken out of their holy groves.
Tales and Fantasies
'That they were down on me,' said John. 'I'm accused of murder, by what I can make out; and I've really had a dreadful day of it, Alan, and I can't sleep on the roadside on a night like this - at least, not with a portmanteau,' he pleaded.
Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heart
IT was quite early on the following morning, when Mr. Delafield rung at the door of the house in which the father of Miss Henly resided. The gentleman had obtained the permission of the young lady, the preceding evening, to put himself on the list of her visiting acquaintance, and a casual introduction to both of Charlotte's parents had smoothed the way to this intimacy.
TALES OF A TRAVELLER, Vol. 1
In truth, he was but a small descendant from such great warriors. When you looked at their bluff visages and brawny limbs, as depicted in their portraits, and then at the little Marquis, with his spindle shanks; his sallow lanthern visage, flanked with a pair of powdered ear-locks, or ailes de pigeon, that seemed ready to fly away with it; you would hardly believe him to be of the same race.
TALES OF A TRAVELLER, Vol. 2
I think it was but the very next evening that in coming out of Covent Garden Theatre with my eccentric friend Buckthorne, he proposed to give me another peep at life and character. Finding me willing for any research of the kind, he took me through a variety of the narrow courts and lanes about Covent Garden, until we stopped before a tavern from which we heard the bursts of merriment of a jovial party.
Tales of Men and Ghosts
Down his spine he felt the man's injured stare. Mr. Granice had always been so mild-spoken to his people --
no doubt the odd change in his manner had already been noticed and discussed below stairs. And very likely
they suspected the cause. He stood drumming on the writing-table till he heard the servant go out; then he
threw himself into a chair--by Edith Wharton
Tales of Terror and Mystery
The idea that the extraordinary narrative which has been called the Joyce-Armstrong Fragment is an elaborate
practical joke evolved by some unknown person, cursed by a perverted and sinister sense of humour, has now
been abandoned by all who have examined the matter.
Tales of the Fish Patrol
Of the fish patrolmen under whom we served at various times, Charley Le Grant and I were agreed, I think, that Neil Partington was the best. He was neither dishonest nor cowardly; and while he demanded strict obedience when we were under his orders, at the same time our relations were those of easy comradeship, and he permitted us a freedom to which we were ordinarily unaccustomed
Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, Volume 1
Ye who read are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many cen- turies shall pass away ere these memorials be seen of men. And when seen there will be some to dis- believe, and some to doubt, and yet a few who will find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.
Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, Volume 2
Wid that we wint aff to the widdy's, next door, and ye may well say it was an illigant place -- so it was. There was a carpet all over the floor, and in one corner there was a forty-pinny and a jews-harp and the divil knows what ilse, and in another corner was a sofy -- the beautifullest thing in all natur -- and sittin on the sofy, sure enough there was the swate little angel, Misthress Tracle. --by Edgar Allan Poe
Tales of the Klondyke
It was very cold without, but it was not over-warm within. The only article which might be designated furniture was the stove, and for this the men were frank in displaying their preference. Upon half of the floor pine boughs had been cast; above this were spread the sleeping-furs, beneath lay the winter's snowfall. The remainder of the floor was moccasin-packed snow
Tales of the Long Bow
These tales concern the doing of things recognized as impossible to do; impossible to believe; and, as the
weary reader may well cry aloud, impossible to read about. Did the narrator merely say that they happened,
without saying how they happened, they could easily be classified with the cow who jumped over the moon or
the more introspective individual who jumped down his own throat.
Tales of Troy: Ulysses the Sacker of Cities
The war might now have ended, but an evil and foolish thought came to Pandarus, a prince of Ida, who fought
for the Trojans. He chose to shoot an arrow at Menelaus, contrary to the sworn vows of peace, and the arrow
pierced the breastplate of Menelaus through the place where the clasped plates meet, and drew his blood.
Then Agamemnon, who loved his brother dearly, began to lament, saying that if he died, the army would all
go home and Trojans would dance on the grave of Menelaus.
Tales of Unrest
who maintained that his name was Henry Price. However, for some reason or other, the natives down the river had given him the name of Makola, and it stuck to him through all his wanderings about the country. He spoke English and French with a warbling accent, wrote a beautiful hand, understood bookkeeping, and cherished in his innermost heart the worship of evil spirits.
Tam O' Shanter and other Poems
Of the Scottish Tam O' Shanters. By Robert Burns
Tamburlaine the Great, Part 1
We'll lead you to the stately tent of war,/Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine/Threatening the world with high astounding terms,/And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword./View but his picture in this tragic glass,/And then applaud his fortunes as you please.
Tamburlaine the Great, Part 2
TAMBURLAINE. Then will we triumph, banquet and carouse;/Cooks shall have pensions to provide us cates,/And glut us with the dainties of the world;/Lachryma Christi and Calabrian wines/Shall common soldiers drink in quaffing bowls,/Ay, liquid gold, when we have conquer'd him
Tanglewood Tales
In the old city of Troezene, at the foot of a lofty mountain, there lived, a very long time ago, a little boy named Theseus. His grandfather, King Pittheus, was the sovereign of that country, and was reckoned a very wise man; so that Theseus, being brought up in the royal palace, and being naturally a bright lad, could hardly fail of profiting by the old king's instructions.
Taras Bulba and Other Tales
All three horsemen rode in silence. Old Taras's thoughts were far away: before him passed his youth, his years--the swift-flying years, over which the Cossack always weeps, wishing that his life might be all youth. He wondered whom of his former comrades he should meet at the Setch. He reckoned up how many had already died, how many were still alive.-- by Nikolai Gogol
Tartuffe
Moliere's The Hypocrite seduces the girl, cons the father, disinherits the son -- all in one day!
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
Moved by these vague yet all-powerful urgings the ape-man lay awake one night in the little thorn boma that
protected, in a way, his party from the depredations of the great carnivora of the jungle. A single warrior stood
sleepy guard beside the fire that yellow eyes out of the darkness beyond the camp made imperative. The
moans and the coughing of the big cats mingled with the myriad noises of the lesser denizens of the jungle
Tarzan of the Apes
First book in the Tarzan series (have a few more, and can add many should people want them.)--Update, I have all the Public Domain ones.
Tarzan the Terrible
And consequent to this thought there enveloped him a blind frenzy of hatred for these creatures who dared
thwart his purpose and menace the welfare of his wife. With a savage growl he threw himself upon the warrior
before him twisting the heavy club from the creature's hand as if he had been a little child, and with his left fist
backed by the weight and sinew of his giant frame, he crashed a shattering blow to the center of the Waz-don's
face--
Tarzan the Untamed
Kudu, the sun, was well up in the heavens when Tarzan awoke. The ape-man stretched his giant limbs, ran
his fingers through his thick hair, and swung lightly down to earth. Immediately he took up the trail he had
come in search of, following it by scent down into a deep ravine. Cautiously he went now, for his nose told him
that the quarry was close at hand, and presently from an overhanging bough he looked down upon Horta, the
boar, and many of his kinsmen.
TEAR-DROPS OF BUDDHA
Like a snake's head, the gun muzzle reared. The flame that spurted from it had the sharp dart of a poison fang. Naseby took the stab right in the heart and his body slumped to the floor heavily. Rising, Gray Hat pushed the sprawled form aside with his foot and turned to Homer.
TEETH OF THE DRAGON
Whatever the case, Lubber was dead; and the hatchet man - according to the newspapers - had lost his hold coming down from the window; hence his plunge to the cement. That statement amused The Shadow, when he read it. The hatchet man had certainly lost his hold, but it had taken plenty of persuasion to make him do so.
TEMPLE OF CRIME
It all left Cardona very much at a loss. The swarthy inspector mistrusted Monak for a very definite reason. Cardona had dealt with cult leaders before, and had invariably found them phony. Generally, their organizations were a blind for undercover work. Having heard that Monak had first ascribed Calbot's death to the power of Ammon, Cardona considered it an outlandish alibi.
Ten Days That Shook the World
This was followed by the dispersal of the Soviet at Kaluga. The Bolsheviki, having secured a majority in the Soviet, set free some political prisoners. With the sanction of the Government Commissar the Municipal Duma called in troops from Minsk, and bombarded the Soviet headquarters with artillery. The Bolsheviki yielded, but as they left the building Cossacks attacked them
TEN GLASS EYES
The car drove through traffic that got lighter as they went. Most of the cars were driving the other way. People were going home from work, and going uptown, not down toward the docks. Cranston looked in the rear view mirror. There... yes, that was Hawkeye in that other car. Leave it to him to stick like a corn plaster.
Ten Ton Snakes
He thought back, lying there in the darkness, of the monologue he had given, while flying south in the plane with Renny and Powell, about his strange youth. About the lack of a normal boy's devilment and small adventures which had featured his youth. Of how he was convinced that having missed such things as a kid accounted for his present interest in the fantastic and the adventurous and the quixotic.
Ten Years Later
Athos
TERROR ISLAND
Ceaseless winds were wailing; tonight their intensity seemed greater than before. The captain of the Maldah had spoken wisely when he had predicted that the storm would increase. Purvis Elger's statement that it would be impossible to reach the mainland was borne out by the added fury of the tempest.
Tess of the D'Ubervilles
A young member of the band turned her head at the exclamation. She was a fine and handsome girl--not handsomer than some others, possibly--but her mobile peony mouth and large innocent eyes added eloquence to colour and shape. She wore a red ribbon in her hair, and was the only one of the white company who could boast of such a pronounced adornment.
Thais
Paphnutius, hermit from desert tries to convert libertine beauty
That Fortune
And yet this was only a corner of the boy's imagination. He had many worlds and he lived in each by
turn. There was the world of the Old Testament, of David and Samson, and of those dim figures in the
dawn of history, called the Patriarchs. There was the world of Julius Caesar and the Latin grammar,
though this was scarcely as real to him as the Old Testament, which was brought to his notice every
Sunday as a necessity of his life
The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories
Augustus Twain seems to have made something of a stir about the year 1160. He was as full of fun as he could be, and used to take his old saber and sharpen it up, and get in a convenient place on a dark night, and stick it through people as they went by, to see them jump. He was a born humorist. But he got to going too far with it; and the first time he was found stripping one of these parties, the authorities removed one end of him, and put it up on a nice high place on Temple Bar
The 39 Steps
He told me some queer things that explained a lot that had puzzled me - things that happened in the Balkan War, how one state suddenly came out on top, why alliances were made and broken, why certain men disappeared, and where the sinews of war came from.
The Absentee
Title refers to Irish landlords in England, circa 1800. By Maria Edgeworth.
The Adventure of the Black Lady. A Novel
For,
finding me one Day all alone in my Chamber, and lying on my Bed, in as mournful and wretched a
Condition, to my then foolish Apprehension, as now I am; He urg'd his Passion with such Violence and
accursed Success for me, with reiterated Promises of Marriage, whenever I pleas'd to challeng 'em,
which he bound with the most sacred Oaths and most dreadful Excrations; that partly with my
Aversion to the other, and partly wih my Inclinations to pity him, I ruin'd my self
The Adventure of the German Student
When lights were brought, and Wolfgang had a better opportunity of contemplating the stranger, he was more than ever intoxicated by her beauty. Her face was pale, but of a dazzling fairness, set off by a profusion of raven hair that hung clustering about it. Her eyes were large and brilliant, with a singular expression approaching almost to wildness.-- by Washington Irving
The Adventures of Captain Bonneville
IT WAS ON THE 20TH of July that Captain Bonneville first came in sight of the grand region of his hopes and anticipations, the Rocky Mountains. He had been making a bend to the south, to avoid some obstacles along the river, and had attained a high, rocky ridge, when a magnificent prospect burst upon his sight. To the west rose the Wind River Mountains, with their bleached and snowy summits towering into the clouds. (May be a real biography... unclear at just this moment).
The Adventures Of Gil Blas Of Santillane
Thus did I get rid of all my tutors, till at last I met with one to my mind. He was a bachelor of Alcala. This was the master for a young man of fashion. Women, wine, and gaming, were his principal amusements. It was impossible to be in better hands. He hit the right nail on the head: for he let me do what I pleased, and thus got into the good graces of the family, who abandoned me to his conduct. --by Alain-Rene Lesage
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
PERSONS attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
The Adventures of Jimmie Dale
He stepped across to the sidewalk and proceeded slowly along. A month had gone by and he had not
heard a word from--HER. The break on West Broadway, the murder of Metzer in Moriarty's gambling hell,
the theft of Markel's diamond necklace had followed each other in quick succession--and then this
month of utter silence, with no sign of her, as though indeed she had never existed.
The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver
Paddy the Beaver knew perfectly well that he would have visitors just as soon as he began to build his dam. He expected a lot of them. You see he knew that none of them ever had seen a Beaver at work unless perhaps it was Prickly Porky the Porcupine, who also had come down from the North. So as he worked he kept his ears open--by Thornton W. Burgess
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In
his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for
Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced
mind.
The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer
Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but not from an individual -- he is a combination of the characteristics of three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of architecture.
The Aeneid
Hopping and flying, thus they led him on/To the slow lake, whose baleful stench to shun/They wing'd their flight aloft; then, stooping low,/Perch'd on the double tree that bears the golden bough. -- by Virgil
The Affair at Grover Station
I heard this story sitting on the rear platform of an accommodation freight that crawled along through the brown, sun-dried wilderness between Grover Station and Cheyenne. The narrator was "Terrapin" Rodgers who had been a classmate of mine at Princeton, and who was then cashier in the B---- railroad office at Cheyenne.
The After House
With the disappearance of Schwartz, the Ella was short-handed: I believe Captain Richardson made an attempt
to secure me to take the place of Burns, now moved up into Schwartz's position. But the attempt met with a surly
refusal from Turner.
The Age of Big Business
When Cornelius Vanderbilt died in 1877, America's first great industrial combination had become an established fact. In that year the Standard Oil Company of Ohio controlled at least ninety per cent of the business of refining and marketing petroleum. A new portent had appeared in our economic life, a phenomenon that was destined to affect not only the social and business existence of the every-day American but even his political and legal institutions. --by Burton J. Hendrick
The Age of Fable, or, Stories of Gods and Heroes
Well, not ancient Greek, but it gives you the stories.
The Age of Innocence
He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he
turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the
winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
The Age of Invention, A Chronicle of Mechanical Conquest
For the beginnings of the enslavement of steam, that mighty giant whose work has changed the world we live in, we must return to the times of Benjamin Franklin. James Watt, the accredited father of the modern steam engine, was a contemporary of Franklin, and his engine was twenty-one years old when Franklin died. The discovery that steam could be harnessed and made to work is not, of course, credited to James Watt. The precise origin of that discovery is unknown. --by Holland Thompson
The Age of Reason
THESE books, beginning with Genesis and ending with Revelations, (which, by the bye, is a book of
riddles that requires a revelation to explain it) are, we are told, the word of God. It is, therefore,
proper for us to know who told us so, that we may know what credit to give to the report. The
answer to this question is, that nobody can tell, except that we tell one another so.--by Thomas Paine
The Agony Column
In the days of Sherlock Holmes it was in the Times that it flourished, and many a criminal was tracked to earth after he had inserted some alluring mysterious message in it. Later the Telegraph gave it room; but, with the advent of halfpenny journalism, the simple souls moved en masse to the Mail -- by Earl Der Biggers
The Agrarian Crusade, A Chronicle of the Farmer in Politics
The period from 1870 to 1873 has been characterized as one of rampant prosperity, and such it was for the commercial, the manufacturing, and especially the speculative interests of the country. For the farmers, however, it was a period of bitter depression. The years immediately following the close of the Civil War had seen a tremendous expansion of production, particularly of the staple crops. --by Solon J. Buck
The Alchemist
If thou beest more, thou art an Vnderstander, and then I trust thee. If thou art one that tak'st vp, and but a Pretender, beware at what hands thou receiu'st thy commoditie; for thou wert neuer more fair in the way to be cos'ned (then in this Age) in Poetry, especially in Playes
The Alhambra
TO THE traveller imbued with a feeling for the historical and poetical, so inseparably intertwined in the annals of romantic Spain, the Alhambra is as much an object of devotion as is the Caaba to all true Moslems. How many legends and traditions, true and fabulous; how many songs and ballads, Arabian and Spanish, of love and war and chivalry, are associated with this oriental pile!--by Washington Irving
The Alkahest
"'From this unimpeachable experiment,' he cried, 'I deduce the existence of the Alkahest, the
Absolute,--a substance common to all created things, differentiated by one primary force. Such is the
net meaning and position of the problem of the Absolute, which appears to me to be solvable. In it we
find the mysterious Ternary, before whose shrine humanity has knelt from the dawn of ages
The Altar of the Dead
HE had a mortal dislike, poor Stransom, to lean anniversaries, and loved them still less when they made a pretence of a figure. Celebrations and suppressions were equally painful to him, and but one of the former found a place in his life. He had kept each year in his own fashion the date of Mary Antrim's death.
The Amateur
or three years
on that most sensational of the New York dailies he had been the star man, the chief muckraker, the chief
sleuth. His interest was in crime. Not in crimes committed in passion or inspired by drink, but in such offences
against law and society as are perpetrated with nice intelligence.
The Amateur Cracksman
"Do you prefer the alternative?" asked my companion, with a sneer. "No, hang it, that's unfair!" he cried apologetically in the same breath. "I quite understand. It's a beastly ordeal. But it would never do for you to stay outside. I tell you what, you shall have a peg before we start--just one.
The Amazing Interlude
The end of December, 1914, found Sara Lee quite contented. If it was resignation rather than content, no one but Sara Lee knew the difference. Knitting, too; but not for soldiers. She was, to be candid, knitting an afghan against an interesting event which involved a friend of hers.
The Amazing Marriage
THE twenty-first of June was the day appointed by Captain Kirby to carry off Countess Fanny,
and the time midnight: and ten minutes to the stroke of twelve, Countess Fanny, as if she
scorned to conceal that she was in a conspiracy with her grey- haired lover, notwithstanding
that she was watched and guarded, left the Marchioness of Arpington's ball-room and was
escorted downstairs by her brother Lord Levellier, sworn to baffle Kirby
The Ambassadors
Strether called, his second morning in Paris, on the bankers of the Rue Scribe to whom his letter of credit was addressed, and he made this visit attended by Waymarsh, in whose company he had crossed from London two days before. They had hastened to the Rue Scribe on the morrow of their arrival, but Strether had not then found the letters the hope of which prompted this errand.
The American Claimant
No weather will be found in this book. This is an attempt to pull a book through without weather. It being the first attempt of the kind in fictitious literature, it may prove a failure, but it seemed worth the while of some dare-devil person to try it, and the author was in just the mood.
THE AMERICAN SCHOLAR
In this hope, I accept the topic which not only usage, but the nature of our association, seem to prescribe to this day, -- the AMERICAN SCHOLAR. Year by year, we come up hither to read one more chapter of his biography. Let us inquire what light new days and events have thrown on his character, and his hopes.
The Analysis of Mind
Mind and Matter. Consciousness. By Bertrand Russell.
The Analyst: a Discourse addressed to an Infidel Mathematician
It hath been an old remark, that Geometry is an excellent Logic. And it must be owned that when the definitions are clear; when the postulata cannot be refused, nor the axioms denied; when from the distinct contemplation and comparison of figures, their properties are derived, by a perpetual well-connected chain of consequences--by George Berkeley
The Ancien Regime
For by that time the mighty spiritual struggles and fierce religious animosities of the preceding century had worn themselves out. And, as always happens, to a period of earnest excitement had succeeded one of weariness, disgust, half-unbelief in the many questions for which so much blood had been shed. No man had come out of the battle with altogether clean hands--by Charles Kingsley
The Angel and the Author
I had a vexing dream one night, not long ago: it was about a fortnight after Christmas. I dreamt I flew out of the window in my nightshirt. I went up and up. I was glad that I was going up. "They have been noticing me," I thought to myself. "If anything, I have been a bit too good. A little less virtue and I might have lived longer. But one cannot have everything." The world grew smaller and smaller.
The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle
The first inhabitants were the Britons, who came from Armenia, and first peopled Britain southward. Then happened it, that the Picts came south from
Scythia, with long ships, not many; and, landing first in the northern part of Ireland, they told the Scots that
they must dwell there. But they would not give them leave; for the Scots told them that they could not all dwell
there together
The Annals of Tacitus
Covers from 14-66 or so.
The Annals of the Parish
This year well deserved the name of the monumental year in our parish; for the young laird of the Breadland, that had been my pupil, being learning to be an advocate among the faculty in Edinburgh, with his lady mother, who had removed thither with the young ladies her daughters, for the benefit of education, sent out to be put up in the kirk, under the loft over the family vault, an elegant marble headstone
THE ANNIHILIST
Ham flourished his sword cane suddenly. "Jove! I believe an annihilist would be one who destroys. And hasn't it occurred to you that the victims of this pop-eyed death have been criminals?"
The Antichrist
Mankind surely does not represent an evolution toward a better or stronger or higher level, as progress is
now understood. This "progress" is merely a modern idea, which is to say, a false idea. The European of
today, in his essential worth, falls far below the European of the Renaissance; the process of evolution
does not necessarily mean elevation, enhancement, strengthening.
The Antiquary
The account of Sir Arthur's unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of
catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open
the subject.
Miss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?''
The Antiquities of the Jews
1. When Moses was taken away from among men, in the manner already described, and when all
the solemnities belonging to the mourning for him were finished, and the sorrow for him was
over, Joshua commanded the multitude to get themselves ready for an expedition. He also sent
spies to Jericho to discover what forces they had, and what were their intentions
The Apology
I am more afraid of them than of Anytus and his associates, who are dangerous, too, in their own way. But
far more dangerous are these, who began when you were children, and took possession of your minds with
their falsehoods, telling of one Socrates, a wise man, who speculated about the heaven above, and searched
into the earth beneath, and made the worse appear the better cause. These are the accusers whom I dread
The Arabian Nights
Aladdin, Ali Babba, and a storyline that goes on and on. Richard Burton's translation.
The Argonautica
Beginning with thee, O Phoebus, I will recount the famous deeds of men of old, who, at the behest of
King Pelias, down through the mouth of Pontus and between the Cyanean rocks, sped well-benched Argo in
quest of the golden fleece.
The Armies of Labor
The old class distinctions brought from the home country, however, had survived for many years in the primeval forests of Virginia and Maryland and even among the hills of New England. Indeed, until the Revolution and for some time thereafter, a man's clothes were the badge of his calling. The gentleman wore powdered queue and ruffled shirt; the workman, coarse buckskin breeches--by Samuel P. Orth
The Art of Lawn Tennis
Always dress in tennis clothes when engaging in tennis. White is the established colour. Soft shirt, white flannel trousers, heavy white socks, and rubber-soled shoes form the accepted dress for tennis. Do not appear on the courts in dark clothes, as they are apt to be heavy and hinder your speed of movement, and also they are a violation of the unwritten ethics of the game. --by William T. Tilden
The Art of Living in Australia
The cold bath, at any rate during the summer months, should always be there before breakfast,
but in the cooler part of the year the shock may be lessened, if it be desirable, by using tepid
water instead of cold. And since there is, as we have seen, a good deal of oily matter excreted by
the skin, it becomes necessary to use something in addition to water--by Philip E. Muskett
The Art of War
Thus the highest form of generalship is to balk the enemy's plans; the next best is to prevent the junction of the enemy's forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy's army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities.
The Art of War
Thus the highest form of generalship is to balk the enemy's plans; the next best is to prevent the junction of the enemy's forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy's army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities.
The Art of Writing
THERE is nothing more disenchanting to man than to be shown the springs and mechanism of any
art. All our arts and occupations lie wholly on the surface; it is on the surface that we perceive
their beauty, fitness, and significance; and to pry below is to be appalled by their emptiness and
shocked by the coarseness of the strings and pulleys.
The Aspern Papers
had taken Mrs. Prest into my confidence; in truth without her I should have made but little advance, for the
fruitful idea in the whole business dropped from her friendly lips. It was she who invented the short cut, who
severed the Gordian knot.
The Atheist's Mass
"Will you tell me, my dear fellow," said Bianchon, as they left the church, "the reason for your fit
of monkishness? I have caught you three times going to mass---- You! You must account to me for
this mystery, explain such a flagrant disagreement between your opinions and your conduct. You
do not believe in God, and yet you attend mass?
THE ATHENIAN CONSTITUTION
[They were tried] by a court empanelled from among the noble families, and sworn upon the sacrifices. The part of accuser was taken by Myron. They were found guilty of the sacrilege, and their bodies were cast out of their graves and their race banished for evermore. In view of this expiation, Epimenides the Cretan performed a purification of the city.
The Author of Beltraffio
I bade her good-night and then, without intention,
by a kind of fatality, a perversity that had already made me address her overmuch on that question of
her husband's powers, I alluded to the precious proof-sheets with which Ambient had entrusted me and
which I nursed there under my arm. "They're the opening chapters of his new book," I said. "Fancy
my satisfaction at being allowed to carry them to my room!"
The Autobiography Of A Quack And The Case OfGeorge Dedlow
Two Atlantic Monthly pieces by Rest Cure prescriber Dr. S. Weir Mitchell.
The Autobiography of a Slander
The sound waves set in motion by Mrs. O'Reilly's words were tumultuously heaving in the atmosphere when I sprang into being, a young but perfectly formed and most promising slander. A delicious odour of tea pervaded the drawing-room, it was orange-flower pekoe, and Mrs. O'Reilly was just handing one of the delicate Crown Derby cups to her visitor, Miss Lena Houghton. --by Edna Lyall
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin
When I searched
the registers at Ecton, I found an account of their births, marriages and burials from the year
1555 only, there being no registers kept in that parish at any time preceding. By that register I
perceived that I was the youngest son of the youngest son for five generations back.
The Autobiography of Charles Darwin
When I left the school I was for my age neither high nor low in it; and I believe that I was considered by all my masters and by my father as a very ordinary boy, rather below the common standard in intellect. To my deep mortification my father once said to me, "You care for nothing but shooting, dogs, and rat- catching, and you will be a disgrace to yourself and all your family."
The Autobiography of Charles Darwin
I have heard my father and elder sister say that I had, as a very young boy, a strong taste for long solitary walks; but what I thought about I know not. I often became quite absorbed, and once, whilst returning to school on the summit of the old fortifications round Shrewsbury, which had been converted into a public foot-path with no parapet on one side, I walked off and fell to the ground, but the height was only seven or eight feet.--by Darwin (edited by his son).
The Awakening
She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her
father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore
tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the
musky odor of pinks filled the air.
The Ayrshire Legatees
On Sunday morning, before going to church, Mr. Micklewham called at the manse, and said that he wished particularly to speak to Mr. Snodgrass. Upon being admitted, he found the young helper engaged at breakfast, with a book lying on his table, very like a volume of a new novel called Ivanhoe, in its appearance, but of course it must have been sermons done up in that manner to attract fashionable readers.
The Bab Ballads
Come with me, little maid,/Nay, shrink not, thus afraid -/I'll harm thee not!/
Fly not, my love, from me -/I have a home for thee -/A fairy grot,/Where mortal eye/Can rarely pry,/There shall thy dwelling be!--by W.S. Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan fame.
The Bacchanates
By Euripides. The first of the Fun Bobby's
The Ball at Sceaux
As it is extremely doubtful that the fame of the "Bal de Sceaux" should ever have extended beyond
the borders of the Department of the Seine, it will be necessary to give some account of this
weekly festivity, which at that time was important enough to threaten to become an institution.
The environs of the little town of Sceaux enjoy a reputation due to the scenery, which is
considered enchanting.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol
And blood and wine were on his hands/ When they found him with the dead,/The poor dead woman whom he loved,/And murdered in her bed.
The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver
"It's lucky for me, lad,/Your daddy's in the ground,/And can't see the way I let/His son go around!"/And she made a queer sound.
THE BANSHEE MURDERS
It looked like a person cloaked in black, with widespread, menacing arms. It lunged up beyond a shrub clump, made an eccentric sidelong shift, then performed a truly kaleidoscopic disappearance, because changes of color were involved. One instant, the creature turned greenish; the next, it was dyed red. Then it was gone with a fantastic swoop.
The Bat
"You've got to get him, boys - get him or bust!" said a tired police chief, pounding a heavy fist on a table. The detectives he bellowed the words at looked at the floor. They had done their best and failed. Failure meant "resignation" for the police chief, return to the hated work of pounding the pavements for them -- Written with Avery Hopwood
The Battle of Life
If there were no such thing as display in the world, my private opinion is, and I hope you agree with me, that we might get on a great deal better than we do, and might be infinitely more agreeable company than we are. It was charming to see how these girls danced. They had no spectators but the apple-pickers on the ladders. They were very glad to please them, but they danced to please themselves
The Beast in the Jungle
The great rooms caused so much poetry and history to
press upon him that he needed some straying apart to feel in a proper relation with them, though this impulse
was not, as happened, like the gloating of some of his companions, to be compared to the movements of a
dog sniffing a cupboard. It had an issue promptly enough in a direction that was not to have been calculated.
The Beasts of Tarzan
The next few days were occupied by Tarzan in completing his weapons and exploring the jungle. He strung his bow with tendons from the buck upon which he had dined his first evening upon the new shore, and though he would have preferred the gut of Sheeta for the purpose, he was content to wait until opportunity permitted him to kill one of the great cats.
The Beckoning Fair One
Without quite knowing how he came to be there Oleron found himself striding over the loose board he
had temporarily placed on the step broken by Miss Bengough. He was hatless, and descending the stairs. -- By Oliver Onions.
The Bedford-Row Conspiracy
"What a howwid thmell of whithkey!" lisped Cornet Fitch, of the Dragoons, to Miss Lucy, confidentially. "And thethe are what they call Whigth, are they? He! he!"
The Beggar's Opera
MATT. We retrench the Superfluities of Mankind. The World is
avaritious, and I hate Avarice. A covetous fellow, like a Jackdaw,
steals what he was never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it.
These are the Robbers of Mankind, for Money was made for the Free-
hearted and Generous--by John Gay
The Bells
Oh, of course, the gendarmes are never at a loss for suspicions in such cases. But proofs are required. About that time, you see, there were two brothers living in the village who had an old bear, with his ears all torn, two big dogs, and a donkey, that they took about with them to the fairs, and made the dogs bait the bear. -- Play by Leopold Lewis
The Beowulf
When you think about it, normally after mom comes out, the fighting ends...
The Bhagavad-Gita
Free of commentary
The Birds
Birds fighting for their own city in this satire by the author of Lysistrata.
The Birds' Christmas Carol
She had never been very strong in body, and it was with a pang of terror her mother and father
noticed, soon after she was five years old, that she began to limp, ever so slightly; to complain too
often of weariness, and to nestle close to her mother, saying she "would rather not go out to play,
please." The illness was slight at first, and hope was always stirring in Mrs. Bird's heart.
The Bishop and Other Stories
The Bishop, The Letter, Easter Eve, A Nightmare, The Murder, Uprooted, The Steppe
The Bittermeads Mystery
That they were friends of the man he had just overthrown and whose huge bulk lay motionless in the darkness at his feet, seemed plain, and it also seemed plain to him that the moment was not an opportune one for offering explanations. By E.R. Punshon
The Black Arrow
Below, in the bottom of a considerable valley, the short cut from Tunstall hamlet wound
downwards to the ferry. It was well beaten, and the eye followed it easily from point to point.
Here it was bordered by open glades; there the forest closed upon it; every hundred yards it ran
beside an ambush. Far down the path, the sun shone on seven steel salets
The Black Cat and Other Stories
The Assignation, A Tale of the Ragged Mountains, The Balloon, The Journal, Berenice, The Black Cat, A Descent into the Maelstrom, The Domain of Arnheim, Landor's Cottage, Eleonora, Hop-Frog,
The Fall of the House of Usher, The Imp of the Perverse, The Island of the Fay, King Pest
THE BLACK CIRCLE
"It all adds up to the same thing, Mann," Cranston declared. "These crimes are being staged as smoothly as if they had been rehearsed, so swiftly that the crooks are gone without a trace. That points to a thorough planning of each crime."
The Black Death and The Dancing Mania
Ring Around the Rosey -- by Justus Friedrich Karl Hecker. Work was cited in an episode of the X-files. Can't get better than that.
THE BLACK DRAGON
One thing involved Commissioner Weston's official car. It was coming back from its task. Patrol cars swung to the curb to let it pass. There wasn't a cop in town who didn't know the commissioner's oversized crate by sight. Indeed, that was the reason why the roving chauffeur had been able to gather so many police in so short a time.
The Black Dwarf
In one of the most remote districts of the south of Scotland, where an ideal line, drawn along the tops of lofty
and bleak mountains, separates that land from her sister kingdom, a young man, called Halbert, or Hobbie
Elliot, a substantial farmer, who boasted his descent from old Martin Elliot of the Preakin-tower, noted in
Border story and song, was on his return from deer- stalking.
THE BLACK HUSH
SLUMPED across the head table were the bodies of Richard Reardon and Roland Furness. Cardona needed no testimony to tell him what had happened. His practiced eye knew that the middle-aged association president and the young electrical engineer had been slain in cold blood!
THE BLACK MASTER
Two hands appeared in the lighted spot. They were those same long-fingered hands that had wiped the desk in police headquarters. The only difference lay in the left hand. Upon it glowed a mysterious gem, a fire opal that shone with the peculiar dim spark of a dying ember.
The Black Robe
It may be that women have no positive appreciation of what is beautiful in form and color--or it may be that they have no opinions of their own when the laws of fashion have spoken. This at least is certain, that not one of them in a thousand sees anything objectionable in the gloomy and hideous evening costume of a gentleman in the nineteenth century. A handsome man is, to their eyes, more seductive than ever in the contemptible black coat and the stiff white cravat
The Black Tulip
"I tell you, Rosa, that I shall demolish this prison, stone for stone!" and the unfortunate man, whose strength was
increased tenfold by his rage, began to shake the door with a great noise, little heeding that the thunder of his
voice was re-echoing through the spiral staircase.
The Black-Bearded Barbarian
Early Monday morning Mackay peeped out of the big warehouse door at the great calm mountain shrouded in the pale mists of early dawn. The other two travelers were soon astir, and were surprised to find their young companion all ready. They were not yet well enough acquainted with him to know that he could do with less sleep at night than an owl. -- life of Rev. R.P. Mackay, D.D., by Marian Keith
THE BLACKMAIL KING
Shielded only by the flimsy gown and the evening wrap that was hanging to his own shoulders, Cleeve flung the garments aside and sprang into the cab that had brought Sandra to this spot. The driver had deserted the cab, and Cleeve jumped behind the wheel to find the motor running.
THE BLACKMAIL RING
He kept to the side of the thoroughfare and began a plodding course across the island. Beyond was another bridge. He could cross it and get away from this locality. Then he might find help - somewhere - and come back to investigate.
The Blazed Trail
IN the office shanty one evening about a week later, Radway and his scaler happened to be talking over the situation. The scaler, whose name was Dyer, slouched back in the shadow, watching his great honest superior as a crafty, dainty cat might watch the blunderings of a St. Bernard. When he spoke, it was with a mockery so subtle as quite to escape the perceptions of the lumberman.
The Blithedale Romance
But it was fortunate for us, on that wintry eve of our untried life, to enjoy the warm and radiant luxury of a somewhat too abundant fire. If it served no other purpose, it made the men look so full of youth, warm blood, and hope, and the women--such of them, at least, as were anywise convertible by its magic--so very beautiful, that I would cheerfully have spent my last dollar to prolong the blaze.
The Blockade Runners
However, the best informed, at least those who pretended to be so, agreed in saying that the steamer was going to take part in the terrible war which was then ravaging the United States of America, but more than this they did not know, and whether the Dolphin was a privateer, a transport ship, or an addition to the Federal marine was what no one could tell.
The Blockheads
Puff.: Damn them. I know the fellows by experience. I remember Bunker Hill. I shall never forget them for their civility to me. Their cocked eye taking fight makes my very blood run cold. How I came off alive is a miracle. Whiz, whiz, whiz. Good Lord, how it makes me shudder to think of it! No, no, my lads, you shan't catch me among you. While I am out of your reach, I will keep out.--by Richard Seltzer
The Blood of the Prophets
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor/That whined in a coign of the dark;/And the fiends were aroused from slumber,/When Cerberus began to bark.//"Methought that I spoke" said Julian,/Who betrayed God's own demesne;/
"And I," said the ghost of Caesar,/"Heard the dying groans of the slain." -- signed as Dexter Wallace
The Blotting Book
And in a copse close by to where the body of the murdered man was found had been discovered a thick bludgeon of a stick, broken it would seem by some violent act, into two halves. On the top half was rudely cut with a pen-knife M. ASSHE . . . What was puzzling, however, was the apparent motive of robbery about the crime; -- By Edward Frederic Benson
The Blue Fairy Book
After the ceremonies of the christening were over, all the company returned to the King's palace, where was
prepared a great feast for the fairies. There was placed before every one of them a magnificent cover with a
case of massive gold, wherein were a spoon, knife, and fork, all of pure gold set with diamonds and rubies.
But as they were all sitting down at table they saw come into the hall a very old fairy, whom they had not
invited
THE BLUR
Some were in Florida, others in California. Many, of course, were still in New York, but tracing their whereabouts on the night of Tex's murder, without rousing their suspicion, took time and ingenuity. It was Cardona's job to find out if these people had alibis, without asking them, personally, and Joe was doing it, but not fast enough to satisfy Weston.
The Boats of the "Glen Carrig"
In a little, we crept both of us so close to the door as the chests would allow, and there we crouched, listening; but could not tell what manner of thing it might be which produced so strange a noise. For it was neither shuffling, nor treading of any kind, nor yet was it the whirr of a bat's wings, the which had first occurred to me, knowing how vampires are said to inhabit the nights in dismal places.
The Body-Snatcher
"They bring the body, and we pay the price," he used to say, dwelling on the alliteration--"quid pro quo." And again, and somewhat profanely, "Ask no questions," he would tell his assistants, "for conscience sake."
The Bontoc Igorot
Concerning cosmology, the Igorot believes Lumawig gave the earth and all things connected with it. Lumawig makes it rain and storm, gives day and night, heat and cold. The earth is "just as you see it." It ceases somewhere a short distance beyond the most distant place an Igorot has visited. He does not know how it is supported.--(Phillipines) by Albert Ernest Jenks
The Book of Mormon
Wherefore, it is an abridgment of the record of the people of Nephi, and also of the
Lamanites--Written to the Lamanites, who are a remnant of the house of Israel; and also to Jew
and Gentile--Written by way of commandment, and also by the spirit of prophecy and of
revelation--Written and sealed up, and hid up unto the Lord, that they might not be destroyed
The Book of Tea
Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage. In China, in the eighth century, it entered the realm of
poetry as one of the polite amusements. The fifteenth century saw Japan ennoble it into a religion of aestheticism --Teaism. By Kakuzo Okakura
The Book of the Duchess
Cheer up, oh John of Gaunt. Your son shall be king.
The Bookman Anthology Of Verse
Includes works by Dos Passos, Conkling, Teasdale and HD, among others.
The Borgias and The Cenci
Caesar's ambition was only fed by victories: scarcely was he master of Faenza before, excited by the
Mariscotti, old enemies of the Bentivoglio family, he cast his eyes upon Bologna; but Gian di Bentivoglio,
whose ancestors had possessed this town from time immemorial, had not only made all preparations
necessary for a long resistance, but he had also put himself under the protection of France
The Boss and the Machine
Prosperity is always the opportunity of the politician. What is of greatest significance to the student of politics is that prosperity at this time was organized on a new basis. Before the war business had been conducted largely by individuals or partnerships. The unit was small; the amount of capital needed was limited.--by Samuel P. Orth
The Bostonians
She felt that her friend's strange, uneasy eyes searched very far; a little more and they would go to the very bottom. Well, they might go if they would; she didn't, after all, care so much about her secret as that.
The Bottle Imp
Napoleon had this bottle, and by it he grew to be the king of the world; but he sold it a the last, and fell. Captain Cook had this bottle, and by it he found his way to so many islands; but he, too sold it, and was slain upon Hawaii. For, once it is sold, the power goes and the protection; and unless a man remain content with what he has, ill will befall him
The Bravo of Venice
And now rushed the unfortunate wildly through the streets of Venice. He railed at fortune; he laughed and cursed by turns; yet sometimes he suddenly stood still, seemed as pondering on some great and wondrous enterprise, and then again rushed onwards, as if hastening to its execution. -- By MG Lewis
The Breaking Point
The Tribune had carried a photograph of the cabin where Clark had according to the Donaldson woman spent the winter following the murder, and there were the usual reports that he had been seen recently in spots as diverse as Seattle and New Orleans. But when the following Sunday brought nothing further he surmised that the pack, having lost the scent, had been called off.
The Breitmann Ballads
HANS BREITMANN gife a barty;/Dey had biano-blayin',/I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,/Her name vas Madilda Yane./She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel,/Her eyes vas himmel-plue, --by Charles G. Leland
The Brethren
Another month had gone by, and though Godwin was still somewhat weak and suffered from a headache at times, the brethren had recovered from their wounds. On the last day of November, about two o'clock in the afternoon, a great procession might have been seen wending its way from the old Hall at Steeple. In it rode many knights fully armed, before whom were borne their banners.
The Brick Moon and Other Stories
I cannot well tell you how much dismay this sight of a footprint in the ground gave me, nor how many sleepless
nights it cost me. All the time I was trying to make my mother think that there was no ground for anxiety, and yet all
the time I was showing her that I was very anxious. The more I pretended that I was not troubled, the more
absent-minded, and so the more troubled, I appeared to her -- by Edward Everett Hale
The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky and the Open Boat
Pity the poor oiler. But hey, does Open Boat mark the birth of new journalism?
The Bride of Corinth and Other Poems
Oh, thou broom accurs'd?/Be thou still I pray,/As thou wert at first!/
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Bridge-Builders
There were labour contractors by the half-hundred - fitters and riveters, European, borrowed from the railway workshops, with, perhaps, twenty white and half-caste subordinates to direct, under direction, the bevies of workmen - but none knew better than these two, who trusted each other, how the underlings were not to be trusted. They had been tried many times in sudden crises - by slipping of booms, by breaking of tackle, failure of cranes, and the wrath of the river
The British Barbarians: A Hill-Top Novel
The member of Her Britannic Majesty's Civil Service would have given anything just that minute to
say to him frankly, "Well, if you're not an Englishman, and you're not an American, and you're not a
Colonist, and you are an Alien, and yet you talk English like a native, and have always talked it, why,
what in the name of goodness do you want us to take you for?" But he restrained himself with
difficulty. --by Grant Allen
The Brotherhood of Consolation
This last remark made the dreamer at the parapet quiver. The man who made it little knew that, to use a proverbial expression, he was killing two birds with one stone, addressing two miseries,--a working life brought to despair, a suffering soul without a compass, the victim of what Panurge's sheep call progress, and what, in France, is called equality.
The Brothers Karamazov
Alyosha, Ivan, Dmitri. Throw in an inquisition, and you've got it all.
The Burgess Bird Book for Children
Lipperty-lipperty-lip scampered Peter Rabbit behind the tumble-down stone wall along one side of the Old Orchard. It was early in the morning, very early in the morning. In fact, jolly, bright Mr. Sun had hardly begun his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky. It was nothing unusual for Peter to see jolly Mr. Sun get up in the morning. --by Thornton W. Burgess
The Burial of the Guns
American Civil War record
The Caged Lion
Historical fiction (time of James I) by an early blockbuster author.
The Call of the Canyon
Carley, clutching her support, with abated breath and prickling skin, gazed in fascinated suspense over the rim
of the gorge. Sometimes the wheels on that side of the vehicle passed within a few inches of the edge. The
brakes squeaked, the wheels slid; and she could hear the scrape of the iron-shod hoofs of the horses as they
held back stiff legged, obedient to the wary call of the driver.
The Canadian Dominion
Scarcely more than half a century has passed since the Dominion of Canada, in its present form, came into
existence. But thrice that period has elapsed since the fateful day when Montcalm and Wolfe laid down their
lives in battle on the Plains of Abraham, and the lands which now comprise the Dominion finally passed from
French hands and came under British rule.
The Canterbury Tales
And we watched the lady/as the Miller Told His Tale/while her face at first just ghostly/turned a whiter shade of pale (almost beat up a Procul Harum cover band for not knowing that.)
The Case of Euphemia Raphash
She had but time to slam her door, when he dashed himself frantically against it, where-upon she fancies she heard the angry remonstrance of another voice. Here, however, her evidence is vague; hours later when she woke to consciousness, she rushed to her mistress' room, and found it empty." -- by M.P. Shiel
The Case of Jennie Brice
I'm worried, Mr. Sergeant. I think a woman from my house has been murdered, but I don't know.
THE CASE OF THE GOLDEN BULLET
He has neither the impressive authority of Sherlock Holmes, nor the keen brilliancy of Monsieur Lecoq.
The Case of the Lamp That Went Out
A naturally retiring, modest disposition, and two external causes are the reasons for Muller's humbleness of manner, which is his chief characteristic.
The Case of The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow
Joseph Muller, Secret Service detective of the Imperial Austrian police, is one of the great experts in his profession.
The Case Of The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study
In personality he differs greatly from other famous detectives.
The Case of The Registered Letter
Muller is a small, slight, plain-looking man, of indefinite age, and of much humbleness of mien.
The Case of the Ward Lane Tabernacle
She glanced quickly in Hewitt's face and went on: "I am not accustomed to needless ceremony, Mr. Hewitt. My name is
Mallett--Mrs. Mallett--and here is my card. I have come to consult you on a matter of great annoyance and some danger to
myself. The fact is I am being watched and followed by a number of persons."
-- By Arthur Morrison
The Case of the White Footprints
And then, as if in commentary on this last statement, the housemaid burst into the room and, with hardly dissembled agitation, exclaimed: "If you please, sir, the page from Beddingfield's Boarding-house says that a lady has been found dead in her bed and would you go round there immediately."
The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes
It was pleasant to Dr. Watson to find himself once more in the untidy room of the first floor in Baker Street
which had been the starting-point of so many remarkable adventures. He looked round him at the scientific
charts upon the wall, the acid-charred bench of chemicals, the violin-case leaning in the corner, the
coal-scuttle, which contained of old the pipes and tobacco.
The Castle of Otranto
Considered the first Gothic story. By Horace Walpole.
The Categories
Expressions which are in no way composite signify substance, quantity, quality, relation, place, time, position, state, action, or affection. To sketch my meaning roughly, examples of substance are 'man' or 'the horse', of quantity, such terms as 'two cubits long' or 'three cubits long', of quality, such attributes as 'white', 'grammatical'. 'Double', 'half', 'greater', fall under the category of relation; 'in a the market place', 'in the Lyceum',
The Champdoce Mystery
A Mazarin mystery, by Emile Gaboriau, author of "The Phantom of the Opera." Other works by Gaboriau are in the mystery section.
The Changeling
FRANCISCUS /Luna is now big-bellied, and there's room /For both of us to ride with Hecate; /I'll drag thee up into her silver sphere, /And there we'll kick the dog, and beat the bush
That barks against the witches of the night./The swift lycanthropi that walks the round, We'll tear their wolvish skins, and save the sheep.--with William Rowley
The Chessmen of Mars
TARA of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which she had been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed toward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc depended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physical perfection--the effortless harmony of faultless coordination.
THE CHEST OF CHU CHAN
"A fine chest," complimented Benisette. "Worth the five thousand dollars, Talcott. And you are right, Miss Lane" - he gave an appreciative bow - "when you say that a place should never become cluttered. My living room is small and this chest will take up considerable space. But I have an idea!"
The Children
To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour, disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre- occupations. You cannot anticipate him. Blackbirds, overheard year by year, do not compose the same phrases; never two leitmotifs alike. Not the tone, but the note alters. So with the uncovenated ways of a child you keep no tryst.
The Chimes
Anon, it comes up stealthily, and creeps along the walls, seeming to read, in whispers, the Inscriptions sacred to the Dead. At some of these, it breaks out shrilly, as with laughter; and at others, moans and cries as if it were lamenting. It has a ghostly sound too, lingering within the altar; where it seems to chaunt, in its wild way, of Wrong and Murder done, and false Gods worshipped, in defiance of the Tables of the Law, which look so fair and smooth, but are so flawed and broken.
THE CHINESE DISKS
Facts had told The Shadow that a hidden organization existed. Duff Corley had been one of the final recruits. Perhaps others had been gained since; but to seek any carriers of the Chinese disks might mean the obstruction of Slade Farrow's work.
THE CHINESE TAPESTRY
Kelroy felt himself to be a hunted man, betrayed by Chinese, sought by thugs who were still at large in Chinatown. He wanted security; he feared that no hotel would afford it. One friend in San Francisco was all he needed. His thoughts were concentrated on the name of Eldreth.
The Chorus Girl and Other Stories
The Chorus Girl, Verotchka, My Life, At a Country House, A Father, On the Road,
Rothschild's Fiddle, Ivan Matveyitch,
Zinotchka, Bad Weather, A Gentleman, Friend
A Trivial Incident
The Chouans
"Forward, then!" he cried in an angry tone, sticking the papers into the crown of his hat. "Two companies will march with me towards Mortagne. The Chouans are there. You will accompany me," he said to Merle and Gerard. "May be I created a nobleman if I can understand one word of that despatch. Perhaps I'm a fool!
The Chronicles of Avonlea
THE honey-tinted autumn sunshine was falling thickly over the crimson and amber maples around old Abel
Blair's door. There was only one outer door in old Abel's house, and it almost always stood wide open. A little
black dog, with one ear missing and a lame forepaw, almost always slept on the worn red sandstone slab
which served old Abel for a doorstep; and on the still more worn sill above it a large gray cat almost always
slept. -- Lucy Maud Montgomery
The Chronicles of Clovis
My favorite: The Unrest Cure (maybe you need to do the Charlotte Perkins Gilman thing.)
The Chronicles of Froissart
IN the mean season while this treaty was, there fell in England great mischief and rebellion of
moving of the common people, by which deed England was at a point to have been lost without
recovery. There was never realm nor country in so great adventure as it was in that time, and all
because of the ease and riches that the common people were of, which moved them to this
rebellion
The Cid
In those days arose Rodrigo of Bivar, who was a youth strong in arms and of good customs; and the people
rejoiced in him, for he bestirred himself to protect the land from the Moors. Now it behoves that ye should know
whence he came, and from what men he was descended, because we have to proceed with his history.
THE CIRCLE OF DEATH
CROWDS gather quickly in Manhattan. They come, however, from limited areas. The throng that surrounded Maurice Bewkel's prostrate body was assembled only from the corner. Other passers went their way. The workmen, thirty yards down the side street, did not notice what had happened. The foreman did, only because he was an interested party.
The Circular Staircase
"If you're going to be murdered," I retorted, "it won't make any difference whether they are shut or open. But you may stay in the dressing-room, if you will lie on the couch: when you sleep in a chair you snore."
The City Heiress
Sir Charles, thanks to Heaven, you may be leud, you have a plentiful Estate, may whore, drink, game, and play
the Devil: your Uncle, Sir Anthony Meriwill, intends to give you all his Estate too. But for such Sparks as this,
and my Fop in Fashion here, why, with what Face, Conscience, or Religion, can they be leud and vitious, keep
their Wenches, Coaches, rich Liveries, and so forth, who live upon Charity, and the Sins of the Nation?-- by Aprah Behn
The City of Doom
Mocquino was pointing to a chair between himself and the window. The Shadow kept his eyes toward the Voodoo Master; his gun, in his right hand, was leveled with his gaze. Using his left hand, he drew the chair toward himself, then sat down facing Mocquino.
The City of Dreadful Night
A demon warder clutched me, Not so fast; /First leave your hopes behind!--But years have passed/Since I left all behind me, to the last://You cannot count for hope, with all your wit,/This bleak despair that drives me to the Pit:/How could I seek to enter void of it? --by James Thomson
THE CITY OF THE SUN
Capt. I have already told you how I wandered over the whole earth. In the course of my journeying I came to Taprobane, and was compelled to go ashore at a place, where through fear of the inhabitants I remained in a wood. When I stepped out of this I found myself on a large plain immediately under the equator. --by TOMMASO CAMPANELLA
The Civilization of China
The Chinese people reverence above all things literature and learning; they hate war, bearing in mind the
saying of Mencius, "There is no such thing as a righteous war; we can only assert that some wars are
better than others;" and they love trade and the finesse of the market-place. China can boast many great
soldiers, in modern as well as in ancient days--by Herbert A. Giles
The Clairvoyants and Other Stories
"H'm," considered Kennedy, turning the crisis over in his mind. "We've had alleged stolen and forged letters before, but alleged stolen and forged photographs are new. I'm not surprised that you are alarmed, Bennett--nor that you want to fight, Travis."
The Clever Woman of the Family
Rose found the wheeled chair, to which her aunt gave the preference, was engaged, and shaking her little discreet head at "the shakey chair" and "the stuffy chair," she turned pensively homeward, and was speeding down Mackarel Lane, when she was stayed by the words, "My little girl!" and the grandest and most bearded gentleman she had ever seen, demanded, "Can you tell me if Miss Williams lives here?" --by Charlotte M. Yonge
The Clouds
The House of Socrates: The Thoughtery, a small and dingy place. More satire by the author Lysistrata.
The Club of Queer Trades
And in the chaos and complexity of those perpendicular streets anything may dwell or happen, and it is in one of them, I believe, that the inquirer may find the offices of the Club of Queer Trades. It may be thought at the first glance that the name would attract and startle the passer-by, but nothing attracts or startles in these dim immense hives.
The Clue of the Twisted Candle
The duties of T. X. were multifarious. People said of him - and like most public gossip, this was probably untrue - that he was the head of the "illegal" department of Scotland Yard. If by chance you lost the keys of your safe, T. X. could supply you (so popular rumour ran) with a burglar who would open that safe in half an hour. -- By Edgar Wallace
THE COBRA
Of all the readers of crime news, none could have displayed more interest than a dignified, gray-haired man who was seated at the table in a large, well-furnished study. This individual wore a quiet smile as he read the wild accounts in the newspapers that were spread out before him. He seemed to be amused by the manner in which rumors had been padded into column stories.
The Code of Hammurabi
2. If any one bring an accusation against a man, and the accused go to the river and leap into the river, if he sink in the river his accuser shall take possession of his house. But if the river prove that the accused is not guilty, and he escape unhurt, then he who had brought the accusation shall be put to death, while he who leaped into the river shall take possession of the house that had belonged to his accuser.
The Collection of Antiquities
There stands a house at a corner of a street, in the middle of a town, in one of the least important prefectures in France, but the name of the street and the name of the town must be suppressed here. Every one will appreciate the motives of this sage reticence demanded by convention; for if a writer takes upon himself the office of annalist of his own time, he is bound to touch on many sore subjects.
The Colour of Life
The brilliant talent which has quite lately and quite suddenly arisen, to devote itself to the use of the day or of the week, in illustrated papers - the enormous production of art in black and white - is assuredly a confession that the Honours of Mortality are worth working for. Fifty years ago, men worked for the honours of immortality; these were the commonplace of their ambition
The Coming Race
Mr. Dark and Stormy Himself, Burler-Lytton, predicts the future.
The Commission in Lunacy
By the end of the second year of his apostolic work, Popinot had turned the storeroom at the
bottom of his house into a parlor, lighted by the three iron-barred windows. The walls and ceiling of
this spacious room were whitewashed, and the furniture consisted of wooden benches like those
seen in schools, a clumsy cupboard, a walnut-wood writing-table, and an armchair. In the cupboard
were his registers of donations
The Complete Angler
Trust me, Sir, there is not a likely place for a Trout hereabout: and we staid so long
to take our leave of your huntsmen this morning, that the sun is got so high, and shines so
clear, that I will not undertake the catching of a Trout till evening. And though a Chub be, by you
and many others, reckoned the worst of fish, yet you shall see I'll make it a good fish by
dressing it.--by Izaak Walton
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 1
Altho I hankerd intensly arter the objeck of my affecshuns, I darsunt tell her of the fires which was rajin in my manly Buzzum. I'd try to do it but my tung would kerwollup up agin the roof of my mowth stick thar, like deth to a deseast Afrikan or a country postmaster to his offiss, while my hart whanged agin my ribs like a old fashioned wheat Flale agin a barn floor.
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 2
Weathersfield is justly celebrated for her onyins and patritism the world over, and to be axed to paws and address you on this my fust perfeshernal tower threw New Englan, causes me to feel--to feel--I may say it causes me to FEEL. (Grate applaws. They thought this was one of my eccentricities, while the fact is I was stuck. This between you and I.)
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 3
He had bin to France and now he was home agin in Bostin, which gave birth to a Bunker Hill!! He had some trouble in gitting hisself acknowledged as Juke in France, as the Orleans Dienasty and Borebones were fernest him, but he finally conkered. Elizy knowd him right off, as one of his ears and a part of his nose had bin chawed off in his fights with opposition firemen during boyhood's sunny hours. They lived to a green old age, beloved by all, both grate and small.
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 4
In our boat is an inebriated United States official, who flings his spectacles overboard, and sings a flippant and absurd song about his grandmother's spotted calf, with his ri-fol-lol-tiddery-i-do. After which he crumbles, in an incomprehensible manner, into the bottom of the boat, and howls dismally.
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 5
"This North American has been a inmate of my 'ouse over two weeks, yit he hasn't made no attempt to scalp any member of my fam'ly. He hasn't broke no cups or sassers, or furnitur of any kind. ("Hear, hear.") I find I can trust him with lited candles. He eats his wittles with a knife and a fork. People of this kind should be encurridged. I purpose 'is 'elth!" ("Loud 'plaws.")
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 6
I became a man. I haven't distinguished myself at all as an artist--but I have always been more or less mixed up with Art. I have an uncle who takes photographs--and I have a servant who--takes anything he can get his hands on.
The Complete Works of Artemus Ward, Part 7
To the youth of Ameriky it would be vallyble as showin how high a pinnykle of fame a man can reach who commenst his career with a small canvas tent and a pea-green ox, which he rubbed it off while scrachin hisself agin the center pole, causin in Rahway, N.Y., a discriminatin mob to say humbugs would not go down in their village. The ox resoom'd agricultooral pursoots shortly afterwards.
THE CONDOR
Murky darkness had settled during the dinner hour. Street lamps had been lighted; their intervals were too great, however, to provide more than intermittent illumination. Harry turned on the headlights of the flivver. They furnished a fairly strong glare as he drove toward the outskirts of the town.
The Conduct of Life
There are men, who, by their sympathetic attractions, carry nations with them, and lead the activity of the human race. And if there be such a tie, that, wherever the mind of man goes, nature will accompany him, perhaps there are men whose magnetisms are of that force to draw material and elemental powers, and, where they appear, immense instrumentalities organize around them. Life is a search after power;
The Confession
"Hold on," he said smiling. "I think she wrote that confession. Yes. As a matter of fact, I'm quite sure she did. And she has established a system of espionage on you by means of the telephone. If you had discovered the confession, she knew that there would be a change in your voice, in your manner.
The Confessions Of Nat Turner
This is the original document, as told to a white southerner name of Thomas Gray. Hmm, you think Styron considered whether or not a white southerner was the right man to tell the tale? -- disclaimer, as a Marylander, I seem to qualify as a white southerner...
The Confessions of St. Augustine
But woe is thee, thou torrent of human custom! Who shall stand against thee? how
long shalt thou not be dried up? how long roll the sons of Eve into that huge and
hideous ocean, which even they scarcely overpass who climb the cross? Did not I read
in thee of Jove the thunderer and the adulterer? both, doubtless, he could not be; but
so the feigned thunder might countenance and pander to real adultery.
The Conquest of Canaan
Only such unfortunates as have so far failed to visit Canaan do not know that the "National House" is on the Main Street side of the Courthouse Square, and has the advantage of being within two minutes' walk of the railroad station, which is in plain sight of the windows--an inestimable benefit to the conversation of the aged men who occupied these windows on this white morning,
The Conquest of New France
Yet, remote as the colony seemed, Quebec was the child of Versailles, protected and nourished by Louis XIV and directed by him in its minutest affairs. The King spent laborious hours over papers relating to the cherished colony across the sea. He sent wise counsel to his officials in Canada and with tactful patience rebuked their faults. He did everything for the colonists--by George M. Wrong
THE CONSERVATIVE
This may stand for the earliest account of a conversation on politics between a Conservative and a Radical, which has come down to us. It is ever thus. It is the counteraction of the centripetal and the centrifugal forces. Innovation is the salient energy; Conservatism the pause on the last movement. `That which is was made by God,' saith Conservatism. `He is leaving that, he is entering this other;' rejoins Innovation.
The Convict Laundress
On approaching the kitchen I found one of the servants, a convict, leaning on the table -- a solitary,
heart-broken creature! Hour after hour, day after day, did that woman work, and often till late at
night, and never was there more faithful or more devoted service than hers. Was there a trouble,
or an ailment, or an extra job, it was, 'Go to Grace Allen.' --by Mary Theresa Vidal
The Cook's Wedding and Other Stories
The Cook's Wedding, Sleepy, Children,
The Runaway, Grisha, Oysters, Home
A Classical Student, Vanka, An Incident, A Day in the Country,
Boys, Shrove Tuesday, The Old House
In Passion Week, Whitebrow, Kashtanka
A Chameleon, The Dependents, Who Was To Blame?, The Bird Market, An Adventure,
The Fish, Art, The Swedish Match
The Copy-Cat & Other Stories
The day was of the last description. A beast, or a human being in whose veins coursed undisciplined blood, might, as involuntarily as the boughs of trees lash before storms, perform wild and wicked deeds after inhaling that hot air, evil with the sweat of sin- evoked toil, with nitrogen stored from festering sores of nature and the loathsome emanations of suffering life.
The Cost of Kindness
"Kindness," argued little Mrs. Pennycoop, "costs nothing."/"And, speaking generally, my dear, is valued precisely at cost price," retorted Mr. Pennycoop, who, as an auctioneer of twenty years' experience, had enjoyed much opportunity of testing the attitude of the public towards sentiment.
The Count of Monte Cristo
"No, no," continued Danglars; "if we resolve on such a step, it would be much better to take, as I now do, this pen, dip it into this ink, and write with the left hand (that the writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we propose." And Danglars, uniting practice with theory, wrote with his left hand, and in a writing reversed from his usual style, and totally unlike it, the following lines, which he handed to Fernand, and which Fernand read in an undertone:
The Count's Millions
This was the final blow; and for more than a minute Pascal stood motionless in front of the gate, stupefied with mingled rage and sorrow. His condition was not unlike that of a man who, after falling to the bottom of a precipice, is dragging himself up, all mangled and bleeding, swearing that he will yet save himself, when suddenly a heavy stone which he had loosened in his descent, falls forward and crushes him.
The Counterpane Fairy
Her hair was of a silvery yellow and was like a mist about her head; she was very beautiful and was dressed from head to foot in silver that shone and sparkled as she moved. Around her was flying a flock of white doves, and she was playing with them and talking.--by Katharine Pyle
The Country Doctor
I did
nothing more than the work which was absolutely required to enable me to get through the
examinations that must be passed before I could become a doctor. I attended the public lectures, but I
no longer paid any attention to the professors, who, in my opinion, were a set of dotards. I had already
broken my idols--I became a Parisian.
The Country House
At the foot of the breakfast-table sat Mrs. Pendyce behind a silver urn which emitted a gentle steam. Her hands
worked without ceasing amongst cups, and while they worked her lips worked too in spasmodic utterances
that never had any reference to herself. Pushed a little to her left and entirely neglected, lay a piece of dry toast
on a small white plate.
The Country of the Pointed Firs
GAFFETT WITH HIS good bunk and the bird-skins, the story of the wreck of the Minerva, the human-shaped creatures of fog and cobweb, the great words of Milton with which he described their onslaught upon the crew, all this moving tale had such an air of truth that I could not argue with Captain Littlepage. The old man looked away from the map as if it had vaguely troubled him, and regarded me appealingly. --by Sarah Orne Jewett
The Coxon Fund
One of the consequences, for the Mulvilles, of the sacrifices they made for Frank Saltram was
that they had to give up their carriage. Adelaide drove gently into London in a one-horse
greenish thing, an early Victorian landau, hired, near at hand, imaginatively, from a broken-down
jobmaster whose wife was in consumption--a vehicle that made people turn round all the more
when her pensioner sat beside her
The Cream of the Jest
... and Mr. Froser's Biography contains all it is necessary to know as to the facts of Kenneston's life. Yet most readers of the Biography, I think, must have felt that the great change in Kenneston no long while after he "came to forty year"-- this sudden, almost unparalleled, conversion of a talent for tolerable verse into the full-fledged genius of Men Who Loved Alison --stays, after all, unexplained.... James Branch Cabell
The Cricket on the Hearth
THE kettle began it! Don't tell me what Mrs. Peerybingle said. I know better. Mrs. Peerybingle may leave it on record to the end of time that she couldn't say which of them began it; but, I say the kettle did. I ought to know, I hope!
THE CRIME CLINIC
The Shadow did not follow. From the other side of the alleyway, he had spotted lights on the third floor. At the rear of the dilapidated building was an old-fashioned fire escape with hanging ladder that was up. A long stick could have reached that pivoted ladder. The Shadow, however, did not resort to so simple a measure.
The Crime Crypt
Going to the rear door, Fingers ripped the tapestry from the wall. He tried the keys until he found the one he wanted. He unlocked the door and pushed it inward. The light from the larger room showed a large closet. Set upon a low, square-topped table was a four-armed golden idol.
THE CRIME MASTER
A light was burning in a black-walled room. Bluish rays shone on the polished surface of a table. White hands, living things that extended from blackness, were at work. A glimmering gem - The Shadow's girasol - sparkled from a tapering finger. Its iridescent hues, changing in constant procession, seemed to reflect the mystery of The Shadow himself.
The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
I WROTE to my housekeeper, as I promised, that I was safe and sound. But I took good care not to tell her that I had caught cold from going to sleep in the library at night with the window open; for the good woman would have been as unsparing in her remonstrances to me as parliaments to kings.
THE CRIME ORACLE
Boiled down, the facts were simple. A job had been done at the home of Percy Rydler. Diamonds, valued at one hundred thousand dollars, were missing. Burglars had found a way in; they had opened a safe to take the gems; they had left a dead man on the premises - a caretaker named Jemley.
THE CRIME RAY
The invaders numbered at least a half dozen, and they were moving rapidly. Using flashlights, they were crating Zurm's new machine, ready to take it with them. Meanwhile, another path of light was creeping along the wall of the larger room. It stopped on Clyde Burke.
THE CRIMSON DEATH
Her thoughts were about Howard Brinker and the role she had to play to betray him to John Copley. Elsie had rehearsed her part perfectly. She knew that whatever Brinker was foolish enough to admit in her presence would go out over the air. It would be heard and recorded by John Copley and his son in their private office at the Copley steel plant.
The Crimson Fairy Book
His work did not seem hard, for he had only two horses and a cow to see after, and though he had been
hired for a year, the year consisted of but three days, so that it was not long before he received his wages. In
payment the old man gave him a nut, and offered to keep him for another year; but Peter was home-sick; and,
besides, he would rather have been paid ever so small a piece of money than a nut; for, thought he, nuts
grow on every tree, and I can gather as many as I like.
THE CRIMSON PHOENIX
The driver of this cab was the shrewdest hack driver in Manhattan. His name, printed on the license card in the back, was Moe Shrevnitz. It didn't mean anything to either Duke or Snap. But it held plenty of meaning for The Shadow. Moe Shrevnitz was one of The Shadow's trusted agents.
The Critique of Judgement
Were judgements of taste (like cognitive judgements) in possession of a definite objective principle, then one
who in his judgement followed such a principle would claim unconditioned necessity for it. Again, were they
devoid of any principle, as are those of the mere taste of sense, then no thought of any necessity on their part
would enter one's head.
The Critique of Practical Reason
To be an object of practical knowledge, as such, signifies, therefore,
only the relation of the will to the action by which the object or its opposite would be realized;
and to decide whether something is an object of pure practical reason or not is only to discern the
possibility or impossibility of willing the action by which, if we had the required power (about
which experience must decide), a certain object would be realized.
The Critique of Pure Reason
n the transcendental aesthetic we proved that everything intuited in space and time, all objects of a possible
experience, are nothing but phenomena, that is, mere representations; and that these, as presented to us- as
extended bodies, or as series of changes- have no self-subsistent existence apart from human thought. This
doctrine I call Transcendental Idealism.
The Crock of Gold
The Thin Woman of Inis Magrath smacked the children and put them to bed, next she buried the two bodies under the hearthstone, and then, with some trouble, detached her husband from his meditations. When he became capable of ordinary occurrences she detailed all that had happened, and said that he alone was to blame for the sad bereavement
The Crocodile: An Extraordinary Incident
On entering the Arcade he was at once full
of admiration for the splendours of the building and, when we reached the shop in
which the monster lately arrived in Petersburg was being exhibited, he volunteered
to pay the quarter-rouble for me to the crocodile owner - a thing which had never
happened before.
The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind
. Under certain given circumstances, and only under those circumstances, an agglomeration of men presents new characteristics very different from those of the individuals composing it. The sentiments and ideas of all the persons in the gathering take one and the same direction, and their conscious personality vanishes. A collective mind is formed, doubtless transitory, but presenting very clearly defined characteristics--by Gustave le Bon
The Cruise of the Cachalot
So as MY money was all gone, I was hungry for a ship; and when a long, keen-looking man with a goat-like beard, and mouth stained with dry tobacco-juice, hailed me one afternoon at the street- corner, I answered very promptly, scenting a berth. "Lookin' fer a ship, stranger?" said he. "Yes; do you want a hand?" said I, anxiously. -- by Frank. T. Bullen
The Cruise of the Jasper B.
You shouldn't ask it, Loge," he said. The crisis of the conflict which he was living over passed presently, and he murmured, with contracted brows, and as if talking to himself: "Is Loge a crook? A crook?"
The Cruise of the Snark
No, adventure is not dead, and in spite of the steam engine and of Thomas Cook & Son. When the announcement of the contemplated voyage of the Snark was made, young men of "roving disposition" proved to be legion, and young women as well--to say nothing of the elderly men and women who volunteered for the voyage.
THE CRYSTAL SKULL
Margo watched and was amazed. From an almost perfect circle, Shelter Bay began to take the appearance of a vast starfish, sprawled amid rocky shores that were backed by the solid olive tint of evergreen forests that crowded the mainland. The points of the jagged star were blue indentures that lost themselves in gorges hewn deep into the timber land.
The Crystal Stopper
And he was very much surprised. It was a decanter-stopper, a little crystal stopper, like those used for the bottles in
a liqueur-stand. And this crystal stopper had nothing particular about it. The most that Lupin observed was that the
knob, with its many facets, was gilded right down to the indent. But, to tell the truth, this detail did not seem to him of
a nature to attract special notice. -- Maurice LeBlanc
The Crystal Stopper
Notwithstanding my friendly relations with Lupin and the many flattering proofs of his confidence which he has given me, there is one thing which I have never been quite able to fathom, and that is the organization of his gang. -- By Maurice LeBlanc
The Culprit Fay and Other Poems
His sides are broken by spots of shade,/By the walnut bough and the cedar made,/And through their clustering branches dark/Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark -/Like starry twinkles that momently break/Through the rifts of the gathering tempest's rack.-- by Joseph Rodman Drake
The Curious Republic Of Gondour And Other Whimsical Sketches
For if he were sitting under the glory of the Throne, and the keeper of the keys admitted a Benjamin Franklin or other labouring man, that "friend," with his fine natural powers infinitely augmented by emancipation from hampering flesh, would detect him with a single sniff, and immediately take his hat and ask to be excused.
THE CURSE OF THOTH
Unable to halt murder, Harry Vincent stood rooted, watching events unravel in slow-motion style, wondering why he wasn't hurling himself to Zerland's aid, no matter how belated. The least that Harry could do would be to grab the killer and he was puzzled by his delay at that task too.
THE CZAR OF FEAR
A rumor of this enormous deposit got out. The Prosper City News telephoned New York newspapers, asking who this Doc Savage was. They were informed that he was a bronze man of mystery, who possessed an unknown source of fabulous wealth, and who devoted his life to fighting other people's battles.
The Damned Thing
The coroner rose from his seat and stood beside the dead man. Lifting an edge of the sheet he
pulled it away, exposing the entire body, altogether naked and showing in the candle light a
clay-like yellow. It had, however, broad maculations of bluish- black, obviously caused by
extravasated blood--by Ambrose Bierce
The Danish History, Books I-IX
Now Dan and Angul, with whom the stock of the Danes begins, were begotten of Humble, their father,
and were the governors and not only the founders of our race. (Yet Dudo, the historian of Normandy,
considers that the Danes are sprung and named from the Danai.) -- by Saxo Grammaticus
THE DARK DEATH
As he spoke, another yellow flame spurted from a crossing ahead. Another half mile; there a purple flame was burning when they arrived. The mobsters must have sped up along this stretch. Harry swung left, the direction indicated by purple, and increased the speed of the sedan.
The Dark Flower
What did he know of women, that should make him understand? At his public school he had seen none to
speak to; at Oxford, only this one. At home in the holidays, not any, save his sister Cicely. The two hobbies of
their guardian, fishing, and the antiquities of his native county, rendered him averse to society
The Dark Lady of the Sonnets
THE LADY. [echoing him] Mary! Mary! Who would have thought that woman to have had so much blood in her! Is it my fault that my counsellors put deeds of blood on me? Fie! If you were women you would have more wit than to stain the floor so foully. Hold not up her head so: the hair is false. I tell you yet again, Mary's buried: she cannot come out of her grave.
The Darling and Other Stories
The Darling, Ariadne, Polinka, Anyuta, The Two Volodyas, The Trousseau, The Helpmate, Talent, An Artist's Story,
Three Years
The Darrow Enigma
Gwen heard me through in silence and then said wearily, in a voice which had now neither intensity nor elasticity, "I understand fully the apparent absurdity of my position, yet I know my father was murdered. The wound which caused his death has escaped your notice, but - " -- by Melvin L. Severy
The Day's Work
Short fiction by the well-travelled author. Includes a story called .007 (no relation).
THE DEAD WHO LIVED
AT the very moment when The Shadow changed the direction of his taxi journey, a dignified gray-haired man entered the lobby of an old-fashioned apartment house. He stopped at the desk, received a stack of letters and glanced over them. All the letters were addressed to James Mandor.
The Death of Ivan Ilych
"Death is finished," he said to himself. "It is no more!"
The Death of Olivier Becaille
It was on a Saturday, at six in the morning, that I died after a three days' illness...
The Death of the Lion
At the same time I was aware of my exposure to suspicion as a product of the old lowering system. This made me feel I was doubly bound to have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday.
THE DEATH SLEEP
Urchins, at play on the opposite side of the street, had stopped their frolic to gawk at the old gentleman from the taxi. It was an event when a cab delivered a passenger in this street. The only respectable-looking house in the entire block was the one that the man was entering. All the other buildings were either empty or tenanted by clustered families that lived in tenement fashion.
THE DEATH TRIANGLE
A pause, while Cyril Wycliff seemed to lose strength. Howard Wycliff was eager to hear his father's words. Miles Vorber was staring straight at the stricken man's lips. Garrett Slader and Paul Marchelle were listening, while Doctor Barton Keyes made efforts to counteract the fit which had swept over his patient.
The Decameron
Source for the Canterbury Tales, and may have inspired (I think), The Masque of the Red Death, by Edgar Alan Poe. I'm not sure who the translator is for this one (complete version, however.)
The Decay of Lying
VIVIAN. Please don't interrupt in the middle of a sentence. "He either falls into careless habits of accuracy, or takes to frequenting the society of the aged and the wellinformed. Both things are equally fatal to his imagination, as indeed they would be fatal to the imagination of anybody, and in a short time he develops a morbid and unhealthy faculty of truthtelling, begins to verify all statements made in his presence
The Declaration of Arbroath
Thus our nation under their protection did indeed live in freedom and peace up to the time when that
mighty prince the King of the English, Edward, the father of the one who reigns today, when our kingdom had no
head and our people harboured no malice or treachery and were then unused to wars or invasions, came in the
guise of a friend and ally to harass them as an enemy. The deeds of cruelty, massacre, violence, pillage, arson,
imprisoning prelates, burning down monasteries
The Deerslayer; or, The First Warpath
The canoe adrift being directed by no such intelligence, pursued its proper way, and grounded on a small sunken rock, at the distance of three or four yards from the shore. Just at that moment, Deerslayer had got abreast of the point, and turned the bows of his own boat to the land; first casting loose his tow, that his movements might be unencumbered. The canoe hung an instant to the rock; then it rose a hair's breadth on an almost imperceptible swell of the water
The Defenders of Democracy
Call to arms using the arts circa World War I. Got poetry, fiction, etc.
The Deputy of Arcis
Now, to elect young Keller in 1839, after having elected his father for twenty years, would show a monstrous electoral servitude, against which the pride of the newly enriched bourgeoisie revolved, for they felt themselves to be fully worth either Monsieur Malin, otherwise called Comte de Gondreville, the Keller Bros., the Cinq-Cygnes, or even, the King of the French.
The Descent of Man
In the discussion on Sexual Selection in my 'Descent of Man,' no case interested and perplexed me so much as the brightly-coloured hinder ends and adjoining parts of certain monkeys. As these parts are more brightly coloured in one sex than the other, and as they become more brilliant during the season of love, I concluded that the colours had been gained as a sexual attraction.
The Descent of Man, and Other Stories
"On the ground of immorality." The Bishop evaded her startled gaze. "Such a thing is inconceivable to you, of
course; but I am only repeating what my publisher tells me. If, for instance, a critic could be induced -- I mean,
if a critic were to be found, who called in question the morality of my heroine in sacrificing her own health and
that of her idiot sisters in order to put up a memorial window to her grandfather, it would probably raise a
general controversy in the newspapers
The Deserted Woman
The figure of the Vicomtesse de Beauseant rose up suddenly before him with gracious thronging
associations. She was a new world for him, a world of fears and hopes, a world to fight for and to
conquer. Inevitably he felt the contrast between this vision and the human beings in the shabby
room; and then, in truth, she was a woman
The Destruction of Da Derga's Hostel
So in this wise Conaire fared forth; and on each of the four roads whereby men go to Tara there were three
kings awaiting him, and they had raiment for him, since it had been foretold that he would come
stark-naked. Then he was seen from the road on which his fosterers were, and they put royal raiment about
him, and placed him in a chariot, and he bound his pledges.
The Devil
After talking to Samokhin, Eugene returned to the house as depressed as if he had committed a crime. In the first place she had understood him, believed that he wanted to see her, and desired it herself. Secondly that other woman, Anna Prokhorova, evidently knew of it.
THE DEVIL GENGHIS
Once John Sunlight had longed to emulate Napoleon. Now it appeared he had lifted his sights a little, and was hoping to follow the tracks made by the war boots of the Genghis Khan, that greatest conqueror of them all.
THE DEVIL MASTER
Tam gave an expectant glance toward the window. He had seen it rise twice, the night before. The first time, was when The Shadow made his original visit, to depart without cloak and hat. On the second occasion; Tam had been quite worried. Having The Shadow's hat and cloak on his own desk, Tam couldn't believe that the rising window meant another visit from Ying Ko.
THE DEVIL'S FEUD
Both Harry and Margo had read about the murder of Foster Granmore, but hadn't connected it with the death of old Daniel Weldorf, five years before. Succinctly, Cranston explained it for their benefit, in a secluded corner of the Hotel Venetia. His comments showed that he had spent his spare time delving through old court records.
THE DEVIL'S PARTNER
When he had chased after the escaping killer of Seton Quinn, The Shadow had left the front door ajar. That bit of precaution now stood him in good stead. The door slammed shut in the face of a hail of bullets from the cop. The cop had a glimpse of the black cloak and slouch hat of The Shadow. He saw blood dripping from the man in The Shadow's grasp.
The Devil's Paw
Julian, therefore, saw nothing more of Catherine until she came into
the drawing-room, a few minutes before the announcement of dinner, wearing a wonderful toilette of pale blue
silk, with magnificent pearls around her neck and threaded in her Russian headdress. As is the way with all
women of genius, Catherine's complete change of toilette indicated a parallel change in her demeanour.
THE DEVIL'S PAYMASTER
Wires were too close together for a man to slip through without touching them. Any attempt to step over the top wire without brushing against it was also impossible. The thickness of the copper strands and their lack of insulation convinced Lamont Cranston that a high-tension current of terrific amperage and voltage was coursing with deadly invisibility through those wires.
The Dhammapada
Aphorisms from olden times.
The Diamond as Big as the Ritz and Other Stories
There were twelve men, so it was said, in the village of Fish, twelve somber and
inexplicable souls who sucked a lean milk from the almost literally bare rock upon which a mysterious
populatory force had begotten them. They had become a race apart, these twelve men of Fish, like some
species developed by an early whim of nature, which on second thought had abandoned them to struggle and
extermination.--by Scott Fitzgerald
The Diamond Lens
This casual mention of the spiritualist,
Madame Vulpes, set me on a new track. What if this spiritualism should be really a great fact? What if,
through communication with subtiler organisms than my own, I could reach at a single bound the goal,
which perhaps a life of agonizing mental toil would never enable me to attain?
The Diary of a Goose Girl
In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modest of my titles; for I am also a
poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares and rabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of
Goose Girl, because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth, when I always yearned, but never
hoped, to be precisely what I now am.
The Diary of a Nobody
December 24. - I am a poor man, but I would gladly give ten shillings to find out who sent me the
insulting Christmas card I received this morning. I never insult people; why should they insult me? The
worst part of the transaction is, that I find myself suspecting all my friends. The handwriting on the
envelope is evidently disguised, being written sloping the wrong way. --by George and Weedon Grossmith
The Discources of Epictetus
For instance, the tyrant says, "I am master of all." And what can
you do for me? Can you give me desire which shall have no hindrance? How
can you? Have you the infallible power of avoiding what you would avoid?
Have you the power of moving toward an object without error? And how do
you possess this power?
The Discovery Of Australia
Seeing that we could not get clear of these shoals we took counsel as to what was to be done, and
decided not to weigh anchor until low water and to go with the foresail only to direct the ship,
because the waves would carry the ships through the trough of the water, and to anchor at the
flow of the tide. --by Diego de Prado
The Discovery of Guiana
This island of Trinidad hath the form of a sheephook, and is but narrow; the north part is very mountainous; the soil is very excellent, and will bear sugar, ginger, or any other commodity that the Indies yield. It hath store of deer, wild porks, fruit, fish, and fowl; it hath also for bread sufficient maize, cassavi, and of those roots and fruits which are common everywhere in the West Indies. --by Walter Raleigh
The Disintegration Machine and Other Stories
PROFESSOR CHALLENGER was in the worst possible humour. As I stood at the door of his study, my hand
upon the handle and my foot upon the mat, I heard a monologue which ran like this, the words booming and
reverberating through the house:
The Doctor
Barney's jaw ran along the side of his face, ending abruptly in a square-cut chin, the jaw and chin doing for his face what a ridge and bluff of rock do for a landscape. They suggested the bed rock of character, abiding, firm, indomitable. Having seen the goal at which he would arrive, there remained only to find the path and press it. He would be a doctor. The question was, how?
The Doctor's Drive
The howling of the wind deadened all
other sounds, and the thick smoke and haze made it impossible to see very far; still he looked
out expectantly and delayed the coach yet another five minutes. The secrets of the telegraph
were his, and he could not betray them; but he knew well enough the contents of that urgent
telegram he had sent along to the doctor an hour ago.--by Mary Gaunt
The Dominion of the Air: The Story of Aerial Navigation
The records that Wise has left of his investigations begin at the earliest stage, and possess the charm of an obvious and somewhat quaint reality. They commence with certain crude calculations which would seem to place no limit to the capabilities of a balloon. Thus, he points out that one of "the very moderate size of 400 feet diameter" would convey 13,000 men. --by J. M. Bacon
The Door in the Wall and Other Stories
"If you call them dreams. Night after night. Vivid!--so vivid . . . . this--" (he indicated the landscape that
went streaming by the window) "seems unreal in comparison! I can scarcely remember who I am, what
business I am on . . . ."
The Double
At once all the extraordinary
incidents of the previous day and the wild, incredible night, with all its almost impossible
adventures, presented themselves to his imagination and memory with terrifying vividness. Such
intense, diabolical malice on the part of his enemies, and, above all, the final proof of that malice,
froze Mr. Golyadkin's heart.
The Double-Dealer
LORD TOUCH. I don't believe it true; he has better principles. Pho, 'tis nonsense. Come, come, I know my Lady Plyant has a large eye, and would centre everything in her own circle; 'tis not the first time she has mistaken respect for love, and made Sir Paul jealous of the civility of an undesigning person, the better to bespeak his security in her unfeigned pleasures.
The Dove in the Eagle's Nest
Life in Schloss Adlerstein was little less intolerable than Christina's imagination had depicted it. It was
entirely devoid of all the graces of chivalry, and its squalor and coarseness, magnified into absurdity
by haughtiness and violence, were almost inconceivable. Fortunately for her, the inmates of the castle
resided almost wholly below stairs in the hall and kitchen, and in some dismal dens in the thickness of
their walls. --by Charlotte M. Yonge
The Dream Of a Ridiculous Man
I have mentioned that I dropped asleep unawares and even seemed to be still reflecting on the same subjects. I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart - my heart, and not my head; and I had determined beforehand to fire at my head, at my right temple. After aiming at my chest I waited a second or two, and suddenly my candle, my table, and the wall in front of me began moving and heaving. I made haste to pull the trigger.
The Drummer Ghost
"Mr. Underhill, I am almost crazy," he said. "I don't know but I am quite crazy. If I am, it is the drummer -- the invisible, ghostly, fiendish, infernal drummer -- who has made me so. Who wouldn't be crazy with that unearthly, horrible rubadub-dub?" -- John William DeForest
The Drums of Jeopardy
Strange that every so often, despite the horror, he had to take them out and gaze at them. He sat down upon the stool, spread a towel across his knees, and opened the pouch. He drew out a roll of cotton wool, which he unrolled across the towel. Flames! Blue flames, red, yellow, violet, and green - precious stones, many of them with histories that reached back into the dim centuries, histories of murder and loot and envy. -- By Harold MacGrath
The Duchess of Malfi
ANTONIO. 'Tis great pity
He should be thus neglected: I have heard
He 's very valiant. This foul melancholy
Will poison all his goodness; for, I 'll tell you,
If too immoderate sleep be truly said--by John Webster
The Duchesse de Langeais
The General slipped aside behind the curtain lest the dreadful tumult within him should appear in his face; even in the shadow it seemed to him that he could still see the Superior's piercing eyes. He was afraid of her; she held his little, frail, hardly-won happiness in her hands; and he, who had never quailed under a triple row of guns, now trembled before this nun.
The Duel and Other Stories
The Duel, Excellent People, Mire, Neighbours, At Home, Expensive Lessons,
The Princess, The Chemist's Wife
The Dynamiter
'And now, gentlemen,' concluded Somerset, 'let us separate. I hasten to put myself in fortune's
way. Hark how, in this quiet corner, London roars like the noise of battle; four million destinies
are here concentred; and in the strong panoply of one hundred pounds, payable to the bearer, I
am about to plunge into that web.'
The Ebb-Tide
'Emma, I have scratched out the beginning to my father, for I think I can write more easily to you. This is my last farewell to all, the last you will ever hear or see of an unworthy friend and son. I have failed in life; I am quite broken down and disgraced. I pass under a false name; you will have to tell my father that with all your kindness. It is my own fault. -- with Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson
THE ECLOGUES
DAMOETAS/Hold! not so ready with your jeers at men!/We know who once, and in what shrine with you-/The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed--by Virgil
The Economic Consequence of the Peace
The power to become habituated to his surroundings is a marked characteristic of mankind. Very few of us
realise with conviction the intensely unusual, unstable, complicated, unreliable, temporary nature of the
economic organisation by which Western Europe has lived for the last half century. -- By John Maynard Keynes
The Egoist
These little scoundrel imps, who have attained to some respectability as the dogs and pets of
the Comic Spirit, had been curiously attentive three years earlier, long before the public
announcement of his engagement to the beautiful Miss Durham, on the day of Sir Willoughby's
majority, when Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson said her word of him.
The Egyptian Book of the Dead
Also known as the Papyrus of Ani
The Elevator
MRS. CRASHAW: "It's very fortunate that we are all here together. I ought to have been here half an hour ago, but I was kept at home by an accident to my finery, and before I could be put in repair I heard it striking the quarter past. I don't know what my niece will say to me. I hope you good people will all stand by me if she should be violent."
The Elixir of Life
Or was it, perhaps,
that at the outset of an orgy there is a certain unwonted lucidity of mind? Despite the taper light, the
clamor of the senses, the gleam of gold and silver, the fumes of wine, and the exquisite beauty of the
women, there may perhaps have been in the depths of the revelers' hearts some struggling glimmer of
reverence for things divine and human, until it was drowned in glowing floods of wine!
The Elusive Pimpernel
Robespierre had quietly waited the while. He was in no hurry: being a night-bird of very pronounced tastes, he
was quite ready to sit here until the small hours of the morning watching Citizen Chauvelin mentally writhing in
the throes of recollections of the past few months.
THE EMBASSY MURDERS
Bridge traffic became heavy as the cabs neared the glowing city. Near the long block of buildings of the Bureau of Engraving, Vic's cab closed in on the taxi ahead. When the glare of blue-lighted windows had been passed, the second cab was so close behind the first that Vic could distinguish the heads of Maurice Twindell and Alvarez Menzone.
The Emerald City of Oz
The Emerald City is built all of beautiful marbles in which are set a profusion of emeralds, every one exquisitely cut and of very great size. There are other jewels used in the decorations inside the houses and palaces, such as rubies, diamonds, sapphires, amethysts and turquoises. But in the streets and upon the outside of the buildings only emeralds appear, from which circumstance the place is named the Emerald City of Oz.
The Emperor Jones
JONES [His hand going to his revolver like a ftash-menacingly]: Talk polite, white man! Talk polite, you heah me! I'm boss heah now, is you fergettin'? [The Cockney seems about to challenge this last statement with the facts but something in the other's eyes holds and cows him.]--by Eugene O'Neill
The Enchanted Island of Yew
From the fairies some of the men had learned wonderful secrets, and had become magicians and sorcerers, with powers so great that the entire island was reputed to be one of enchantments. Who these men were the common people did not always know; for while some were kings and rulers, others lived quietly hidden away in forests or mountains, and seldom or never showed themselves.
The Enchanted Typewriter
"Yes," replied Boswell, "and we are having a--well, to be polite, a regular Gehenna of a time. Things have changed much in Hades latterly. There has been a great growth in the democratic spirit below, and his Majesty is having a deuce of a time running his kingdom. Washington and Cromwell and Caesar have had the nerve to demand a constitution from the venerable Nicholas--" by John Kendrick Bangs
The Enchiridion
1. Some things are in our control and others not. Things in our control are opinion, pursuit, desire,
aversion, and, in a word, whatever are our own actions. Things not in our control are body,
property, reputation, command, and, in one word, whatever are not our own actions. --by Epictetus
The Epic of Kings
Firdausi's tale -- you thought all the great stories were just in the West?
The Essays of Francis Bacon
STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in dis- course; and for ability, is in the judgment, and disposition of business. For expert men can exe- cute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and mar- shalling of affairs, come best, from those that are learned.
The Eternal Savage
NU, THE son of Nu, his mighty muscles rolling beneath his smooth bronzed skin, moved silently through the jungle primeval. His handsome head with its shock of black hair, roughly cropped between sharpened stones, was high held, the delicate nostrils questioning each vagrant breeze for word of Oo, hunter of men.
The Eustace Diamonds
The general belief which often seizes upon the world in regard to some special falsehood is very surprising. Everybody on a sudden adopts an idea that some particular man is over head and ears in debt, so that he can hardly leave his house for fear of the bailiffs--or that some ill-fated woman is cruelly ill-used by her husband--or that some eldest son has ruined his father; whereas the man doesn't owe a shilling, the woman never hears a harsh word from her lord
The Evil Eye
"A curse be on my eyes, since they are murderous! but, before closing forever, saturate yourselves with light, gaze on the sun, on the blue sky, the immense sea, and the chains of mountains: contemplate the green trees, the infinite horizon, the columns of the palace, the fisherman's hut; the far-off
The Evil Genius
The conventional graduations in the outward expression of grief, which lead from black clothing
to gray, formed no part of this afflicted lady's system of mourning. She laid her best blue
walking dress and her new bonnet to match on the bed, and admired them to her heart's
content. Her discarded garments were left on the floor.
The Exiles
"Just tell me what you are driving at," said the washerwoman sharply, "and make a clean breast of it. For
some days, my man, I have observed that you have some maggot twisting in your poor brain. Come up,
then, and have it all out. You must be a pretty coward indeed if you fear any harm when you have only
to guard the common council and live under the protection of the Chapter!
The Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals
Let us now look at a cat in a directly opposite frame of mind, whilst feeling affectionate and caressing her master; and mark how opposite is her attitude in every respect. She now stands upright with her back slightly arched, which makes the hair appear rather rough, but it does not bristle; her tail, instead of being extended and lashed from side to side, is held quite still and perpendicularly upwards; her ears are erect and pointed
The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of Crime In Connecticut
I blushed to the roots of my hair; partly with indignation, but mainly because it somehow seemed to me that this whole performance was very like an exaggeration of conduct which I myself had sometimes been guilty of in my intercourse with familiar friends--but never, never with strangers, I observed to myself. I wanted to kick the pygmy into the fire, but some incomprehensible sense of being legally and legitimately under his authority forced me to obey his order.
The Faerie Queene
LO I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,/As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds,/Am now enforst a far vnfitter taske, -- by Edmund Spenser
The Faith of Men
This being a story--and a truer one than it may appear--of a mining country, it is quite to be expected that it will be a hard-luck story. But that depends on the point of view. Hard luck is a mild way of terming it so far as Kink Mitchell and Hootchinoo Bill are concerned; and that they have a decided opinion on the subject is a matter of common knowledge in the Yukon country.
THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE, AN HISTORIC DRAMA
Robespierre. What? did La Fayette fall before my power?/And did I conquer Roland's spotless virtues?/The fervent eloquence of Vergniaud's tongue?/And Brissot's thoughtful soul unbribed and bold?/Did zealot armies haste in vain to save them?/What! did th' assassin's dagger aim its point --by Coleridge and Southey
The Fall of the Moghul Empire of Hindustan
Yet that might and that greatness were reduced to a mere show before his long reign
terminated; and the Moghul Empire resembled -- to use a familiar image -- one of those Etruscan
corpses which, though crowned and armed, are destined to crumble at the breath of heaven or
at the touch of human hands. And still more did it resemble some splendid palace-- by H. G. Keene
The Fall of Troy
Actually, this poem was written by a Roman, Quintus Smyrnaeus, many years later, but it fits with the subject matter, eh?
The Family of Love
GERARDINE /The coast is clear, and Argus' wakeful eyes /Securely sleep: time turns to us his front. /Come sweet Maria, of th' auspicious hours /Let's take advantage.
THE FANTASTIC ISLAND
With virulent curses, the rider urged the plunging horse in among the cowering overseers. He leaned far out of his saddle, cracking heads right and left with a fearful instrument -- a knout, fashioned somewhat on the order of those used in Imperial Russia. Again and again the knout descended, its woven leather thongs, reinforced with wire and hardened by a rosin treatment, biting down deeply and forcing agonized yells.
The Fatal Boots
"You have been fool enough, sir," says the Doctor, looking very stern, "to let this boy impose on you
as a lord; and knave enough to charge him double the value of the article you sold him. Take back
the boots, sir! I won't pay a penny of your bill; nor can you get a penny. As for you, sir, you
miserable swindler and cheat, I shall not flog you as I did before, but I shall send you home
The Fatal House
The hands pinning me down did not for an instant relax their grasp; yet they might safely have done so. Situated as I was I felt that my only chance of life was to lie still and convince, if I could, the persons in that room of the truth of my assertion. Nothing could be gained, but everything would be lost by resistance. By Hugh Conway
The Fathers of the Constitution
Though the word revolution implies a violent break with the past, there was nothing in the Revolution that transformed the essential character or the characteristics of the American people. The Revolution severed the ties which bound the colonies to Great Britain; it created some new activities; some soldiers were diverted from their former trades and occupation--by Max Farrand
The Federalist Papers
THE mode of appointment of the Chief Magistrate of the United States is almost the only part of the system, of any consequence, which has escaped without severe censure, or which has received the slightest mark of approbation from its opponents. The most plausible of these, who has appeared in print, has even deigned to admit that the election of the President is pretty well guarded
THE FIFTH FACE
The two private detectives were hustling across the room, guns in hand, making for the rear exit. They thought that they could handle the opponents who had failed to nick The Shadow. But the dicks didn't stand a chance against such opposition; they were blundering right into serious trouble. The Shadow had to take a risk to save them.
The Filigree Ball
For a detective whose talents, had not been recognized at headquarters, I possessed an ambition which,
fortunately for my standing with the lieutenant of the precinct, had not yet been expressed in words.
The Financier
The Philadelphia into which Frank Algernon Cowperwood was born was a city of two hundred and fifty thousand
and more. It was set with handsome parks, notable buildings, and crowded with historic memories. Many of the
things that we and he knew later were not then in existence--the telegraph, telephone, express company, ocean
steamer, city delivery of mails. -- By Dreiser
The Firm of Nucingen
"But how did he make his money?" asked Couture. "In 1819 both he and the illustrious Bianchon lived in a shabby boarding-house in the Latin Quarter; his people ate roast cockchafers and their own wine so as to send him a hundred francs every month. His father's property was not worth a thousand crowns; he had two sisters and a brother on his hands, and now----"
The First Men in the Moon
I REMEMBER the occasion very distinctly when Cavor told me of his idea of the sphere. He had had
intimations of it before, but at the time it seemed to come to him in a rush. We were returning to the
bungalow for tea, and on the way he fell humming. Suddenly he shouted, "That's it! That finishes it! A sort of roller blind!"
THE FIVE CHAMELEONS
What appeared to be a solid bar was in reality two sections. The upper must be set just right in order that the lower might operate. The Shadow had discovered the subtle secret. His action - the short upward stroke - forced a mechanism in the thick, horizontal bar. The entire panel on the near side of the grating swung inward from the bottom!
The Flag-Raising
He saw that he had not deceived her after all, owing to the angry chatter of Mrs. Meserve. He had been
handcuffed twice in his life, but no sheriff had ever discomfited him so thoroughly as this child. Fury
mounted to his brain, and as soon as she was safely out from between the wheels he stood up in the
wagon and flung the flag out in the road in the midst of the excited group.
The Flamingo Feather
SALUTING his commandant, the sergeant of the guard, who held the prisoner on the right,
reported that this young savage had been seen skulking in the forest near the fort, and that,
deeming his presence and movements very suspicious, he had sent a party of men to capture
him.-- by Kirk Munroe
The Fleece of Gold
And yet Gretchen, although daintier and more refined, really bore a striking resemblance to the Magdalen of Antwerp Cathedral, and Tiburce's imagination might well rest upon her without going astray. It would have been hard for him to find a more magnificent body for the phantom of his painted mistress.
The Flirt
"Why, Laura," said Cora, observing her sister with transient curiosity, "you haven't undressed. What have you been doing? Something's the matter with you. I know what it is," she added, laughing, as she seated herself on the edge of the old black-walnut bed. "You're in love with Wade Trumble!"
The Flying U's Last Stand
"Oh, they're trying to make up their minds whether to bring the old fannin'-mill along or sell it and buy new when they get here," Andy informed him imperturbably. "The women-folks are busy going through their rag bags, cutting the buttons off all the pants that ain't worth patching no more, and getting father's socks all darned up."
The Foolish Virgin
Thomas Dixon's novel, rather an antebellum south attack on women's suffrage. What the heck, the book was dedicated to author Getrude Atherton.
THE FOREIGNER, A TALE OF SASKATCHEWAN
The stranger stood still, gazing at the little shacks, and letting his eye wander across the dazzling plain, tinted now with crimson and with gold from the setting sun, to the horizon. Then pointing to the shacks he said, "That is Canada. Yonder," sweeping his hand toward the plain, "is Siberia. But," turning suddenly upon the men, "what are you?"
The Forerunner
"My mate shall come riding on the waves. His thundering roar shall fill the earth with fear, and the flames/of his nostrils shall set the sky afire. At the eclipse of the moon we shall be wedded, and at the eclipse of/the sun I shall give birth to a Saint George, who shall slay me."
The Forged Coupon and Other Stories
He took the coupon out of his purse to show to his new friend. The yard-porter was an illiterate man, but he said he had had such coupons given him by lodgers to change; that they were good; but that one might also chance on forged ones; so he advised the peasant, for the sake of security, to change it at once at the counter. Ivan Mironov gave the coupon to the waiter and asked for change.
The Formation of Vegetable Mould
Full Title: The Formation of Vegetable Mould through the action of worms with observations of their habits-- by Charles Darwin
The Fortune Hunter
He put the ten in his pocket, when Dippel's eyes closed he stooped and retrieved the twenty with stealth--and skill. When the twenty was hidden, and the small but typical operation in high finance was complete, he shook Dippel.
I say, old man,'' he said,
hadn't you better let me keep your money for you? I'm afraid you'll lose it.'' -- by David Graham Phillips
The Fortunes & Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders
One of the First. By Daniel Defoe
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
The two friends now lived a feverish life, considerably accelerated by the rapidity with which events succeeded each other. Every hour brought forth an astonishing bit of news--generally false--which changed opinions very suddenly. As soon as the danger of war seemed arrested, the report would spread that mobilization was going to be ordered within a few minutes. --by Vicente Blasco Ibanez
The Four Million
On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when
women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in
the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.
The Frame Up
There had been hundreds of clews. They had
been furnished by the detectives of the city and county and of the private agencies, by amateurs, by news-
papers, by members of the underworld with a score to pay off or to gain favor. But no clew had led anywhere.
The Freelands
The next day Stanley's car, fraught with Felix and a note from Clara, moved swiftly along the grass-bordered
roads toward Joyfields. Lying back on the cushioned seat, the warm air flying at his face, Felix contemplated
with delight his favorite countryside. Certainly this garden of England was very lovely, its greenness, trees, and
large, pied, lazy cattle; its very emptiness of human beings even was pleasing.
The French Revolution
That exasperated France, in this same National Assembly of hers, has got something, nay something great,
momentous, indispensable, cannot be doubted; yet still the question were: Specially what? A question hard to
solve, even for calm onlookers at this distance; wholly insoluble to actors in the middle of it. -- By Thomas Carlyle
The Friendly Road; New Adventures in Contentment
In some strange deep way there is no experience of my whole pilgrimage that I look back upon
with so much wistful affection as I do upon the events of the day--the day and the wonderful
night--which followed my long visit with the forlorn Clark family upon their hill farm.--by David Grayson
THE FROGS
DIONYSUS/O drop that, can't you?/And tell me this: of all the roads you know/Which is the quickest way to get to Hades?/I want one not too warm, nor yet too cold.
The Frozen Deep
"If I could only cut the thoughts out of me," he said to himself, "as I am going to cut the billets
out of this wood!" He attacked the bed-place with the ax, like a man who well knew the use of his
instrument. "Oh me!" he thought, sadly, "if I had only been born a carpenter instead of a
gentleman! A good ax, Master Bateson--
The Gambler
This is the one that Doestoyevsky had to dictate in record time to avoid a return to prison for debt. Worth a look.
The Game
"You wait, and you'll see. An' don't get scared at the start. The first few rounds'll be something fierce. That's Ponta's strong point. He's a wild man, with an kinds of punches,--a whirlwind,-- and he gets his man in the first rounds. He's put away a whole lot of cleverer and better men than him. It's up to me to live through it, that's all.
The Garotters
ROBERTS, rejecting a mouthful of the cologne with a furious sputter, and springing to his feet: 'Why, you've given me the cologne to DRINK, Agnes! What are you about? Do you want to poison me? Isn't it enough to be robbed at six o'clock on the Common, without having your head soaked in brandy, and your whole system scented up like a barber's shop, when you get home?' --by William Dean Howells
The Gentle Grafter
Short story collection by O. Henry. Includes "The Hand that Rules The World."
THE GEORGICS
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,/Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,/You, woods and waves Lycaean. All themes beside,/Which else had charmed the vacant mind with song,/Are now waxed common. Of harsh Eurystheus who The story knows not --by Virgil
THE GETAWAY RING
In fact, the Unity's real protection had been ignorance. Not the ignorance of the fossilized directors, though they were blissfully lacking in wisdom, but the ignorance on the part of criminals. Until Speed Kirkel had looked into the situation, crooks had considered the Unity Savings to be a veritable fortress.
THE GHOST MURDERS
"I was sap enough to give it to him. After I jabbed him with the knife - while he was dying - I told him: 'I'm Dirk Bardo. You'd better spill what you know.' I thought that would make him pass over the case, maybe having heard of me through Pete Tarmagan. But Farren was too far gone; and I found the case anyway. I made a mistake, though, for he tried to blab later."
THE GHOST OF THE MANOR
MINUTES after that ghoulish mirth had swept through the great reception hall of Delthern Manor, Horatio Farman spoke. The lawyer, despite the pangs of chilling fear that had swept over him, was the first to regain his voice. It was fitting that he should restore calm to the gathering, for it was he who had invoked this ghostly aid.
The Ghost Pirates
"H'sh!" he muttered, hoarsely, without looking in my direction. Then, all at once, with a quick little gasp, he sprang across the wheel-box, and stood beside me, trembling. His gaze appeared to follow the movements of something I could not see. -- Part three of Glen Carrig
The Gift of Fire
I have habitually imagined -
guessed'' might be the more honest word - that Reason is high, very high, a
lofty and distant realm where
matters of the greatest import'' dwell, and where mighty minds move among
them. And accordingly, I have supposed Unreason, a complete irrationality, as low as Reason is high, the
very pit, the abyss, the frozen floor of hell.
The Gilded Age
The elders of the party were not long in discovering the fact, which almost all travelers to the west soon find out; that the water was poor. It must have been by a lucky premonition of this that they all had brandy flasks with which to qualify the water of the country; and it was no doubt from an uneasy feeling of the danger of being poisoned that they kept experimenting, mixing a little of the dangerous and changing fluid, as they passed along--w/ Charles Dudley Warner
The Girl From Farris's
TWO weeks had elapsed since Mr. Farris had been held for the grand jury. He had been at liberty on bail. The girl, against whom there had been no charge, had been held, virtually a prisoner, in a home for erring women that she might be available as a witness when needed.
The Girl with the Golden Eyes
She belongs to that feminine variety which the Romans call fulva, flava--the woman of fire. And in chief, what struck me the most, what I am still taken with, are her two yellow eyes, like a tiger's, a golden yellow that gleams, living gold, gold which thinks, gold which loves, and is determined to take refuge in your pocket.
The Glimpses of the Moon
IT rose for them--their honey-moon--over the waters of a lake so famed as the scene of romantic raptures that they were rather proud of not having been afraid to choose it as the setting of their own. "It required a total lack of humour, or as great a gift for it as ours, to risk the experiment," Susy Lansing opined, as they hung over the inevitable marble balustrade and watched their tutelary orb roll its magic carpet across the waters to their feet.
The God-Idea of the Ancients, or Sex in Religion
Glimpses of antiquity as far back as human ken can reach reveal the fact that in early ages of human
society the physiological question of sex was a theme of the utmost importance, while various proofs are
at hand showing that throughout the past the question of the relative importance of the female and male
elements in procreation has been a fruitful source of religious contention and strife. --by Eliza Burt Gamble
The Gods of Mars
As I stood upon the bluff before my cottage on that clear cold night in the early part of March, 1886, the noble Hudson flowing like the grey and silent spectre of a dead river below me, I felt again the strange, compelling influence of the mighty god of war, my beloved Mars, which for ten long and lonesome years I had implored with outstretched arms to carry me back to my lost love.
The Gold Bag
I was impressed not so much by her beauty
as by her effect of power and ability. I had absolutely no reason, save Parmalee's babblings, to
suspect this woman of crime, but I could not rid myself of a conviction that she had every
appearance of being capable of it. --by Carolyn Wells
The Golden Dog (Le Chien d'Or)
Historical fiction by Canadian author William Kirby -- OK, I'll put in a Canada category.
THE GOLDEN DOG MURDERS
The dog sprang again in silent fury. Baron swung his bunched coat upward in the path of those wide jaws. The cloth ripped apart. Weight of the beast threw Baron to his knees. But he was able to duck his head backward and to hurl coat and dog away from him.
THE GOLDEN DOOM
A moment later, Lamont Cranston was outdoors on the grassy turf between the angle of two of the hospital wings. This was the place where he had seen the rope dangling from Sutton's darkened laboratory. Nearby was the spot where he had hidden his cloaked disguise.
The Golden Fleece
"You are just as ridiculous, Meschines, as you were thirty or fifty years ago," said the general, tranquilly. "You
declaim for the sake of hearing your own voice. Besides, what you say is un-American. Grace Parsloe, as I was
saying, got a place as shop- girl in one of the great New York stores. I don't say she mightn't have done worse:
what I say is, I doubt whether she could have done better--by Julian Hawthorne
THE GOLDEN GROTTO
The hands were at work again, and the girasol glimmered as slender fingers spread the pages of other reports. Here was typewritten data, and it concerned the activities of three men - the ones who dwelt upon East Point. The Shadow, through Rutledge Mann, had checked up information concerning those with whom Harry Vincent was in close contact.
The Golden House
It was near midnight: The company gathered in a famous city studio were under the impression,
diligently diffused in the world, that the end of the century is a time of license if not of decadence. The
situation had its own piquancy, partly in the surprise of some of those assembled at finding themselves in
bohemia, partly in a flutter of expectation of seeing something on the border-line of propriety.
THE GOLDEN MASTER
It jarred Loo Look, however, much more than he had expected. Dropping from the ground floor to a stony basement was not healthy, with another man's weight plunging with him, to land on top of him. That was exactly what happened to Loo Look. In his twist, he had gone first, with The Shadow following.
THE GOLDEN PAGODA
The proprietor of the tea shop was a cautious old Chinese, who had chosen his location because the rental was low. Most of Wan Kew's customers bought tea in wholesale lots. He always advised them to go back toward the lighted center of Chinatown, when they left his shop. Wan Kew always followed that direction himself.
THE GOLDEN QUEST
But there were others beside mobsmen who had seen Rex when he started to step from the cab. Cliff Marsland and Hawkeye, posted apart, had spotted the man marked for death. Both knew Bugs Barwold by sight. They knew that this was not the missing mobleader. Emergency had arisen; The Shadow's agents acted with promptitude.
The Golden Scorpion
"Placing his bag upon the floor, he lingered, looking to left and right, when suddenly a big closed car painted dull yellow drew up beside the pavement. It was driven by a brown-faced chauffeur whose nationality I found difficulty in placing, for he wore large goggles. But before I could determine upon my plan of action, "Le Balafré" crossed the pavement and entered the car--and the car glided smoothly away, going East.
The Golden Slipper
"Yes, Miss Strange. I expect you to find the missing bullet which will settle the fact that murder and
not suicide ended George Hammond's life. If you cannot, then a long litigation awaits this poor widow,
ending, as such litigation usually does, in favour of the stronger party. There's the alternative. If
you once saw her-- "
THE GOLDEN VULTURE
Unseen hands worked a glass cutter against a window pane. The glass was removed noiselessly. Exploring within the window, gloved hands short-circuited the wires of the burglar alarm. The window sash slid up; shut again, an instant later.
The Golf Course Mystery
There was considerable excitement when it became known to the crowd, as it speedily did, that Harry Bartlett, almost universally accepted as the fiance of Viola Carwell, had been held as having vital knowledge of her father's death. Indeed there were not a few wild rumors which insisted that he had been held on a charge of murder.
The Good Soldier
The saddest story. By Ford Maddox Ford. Part of everybody's list of greatest English novels for the 1900s.
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories
At this particular picnic, however, there had been bitterness of spirit. Theophile was Manuela's own especial property, and Theophile had proven false. He had not danced a single waltz or quadrille with Manuela, but had deserted her for Claralie, blonde and petite. It was Claralie whom Theophile had rowed out on the lake; it was Claralie whom Theophile had gallantly led to dinner--by Alice Dunbar
The Grand Babylon Hotel
By Arnold Bennett. Reportedly completed in three week's time...
The Graves of Academe
The illuminating spirit, or evil genius, of modern educationism was Wilhelm Max Wundt, a Hegelian
psychologist who established the world's first laboratory for psychological experimentation at the University of
Leipzig, where he worked and taught from 1875 to 1920. He dreamed of transforming psychology, a notably
soft'' science dealing in vague generalizations and abstract pronouncements, into a
hard'' science, like physics.
THE GRAY GHOST
Last night, the police had gained a lead to Thomas Culden. They had gained the secretary's full name; they had learned that he had been living at a boardinghouse near Eighth Avenue. But he had made a mysterious departure before the police uncovered the facts.
The Great Boer War
The message sent from the Cabinet Council of September 8th was evidently the precursor either of peace or of war. The cloud must burst or blow over. As the nation waited in hushed expectancy for a reply it spent some portion of its time in examining and speculating upon those military preparations which might be needed. The War Office had for some months been arranging for every contingency, and had made certain disposition--by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Great God Pan
It was otherwise, however, when within three weeks, three more gentlemen, one of them a nobleman, and the two others men of good position and ample means, perished miserably in the almost precisely the same manner. Lord Swanleigh was found one morning in his dressing-room, hanging from a peg affixed to the wall, and Mr. Collier-Stuart and Mr. Herries had chosen to die as Lord Argentine.-- By Arthur Machen
The Great Hoggarty Diamond
First we went into lodgings,--into three sets in three weeks. We quarrelled with the first landlady, because my aunt vowed that she cut a slice off the leg of mutton which was served for our dinner; from the second lodgings we went because aunt vowed the maid would steal the candles; from the third we went because Aunt Hoggarty came down to breakfast the morning after our arrival with her face shockingly swelled and bitten by
The Great Hunger
Ah! till now your mind has been so filled with cold mechanics, with calculations, with steel and fire. More and more knowledge, ever more striving to understand all things, to know all, to master all. But meanwhile, the tones of the hymn died within you, and the hunger for that which lies beyond all things grew ever fiercer and fiercer. You thought it was Norway that you needed--and now you are here. But is it enough? --by Johan Bojer
The Great Spy System, or, Nick Carter's Promise to the President
The room was brilliantly alight, notwithstanding the gloom without- and it was evident at a glance that the attacking party had arrived on the scene none too soon, for the men had made every preparation for leaving. --by "a celebrated author"
The Great Stone Face And Other Tales Of The White Mountains
The Great Stone Face, then, was a work of Nature in her mood of majestie playfulness, formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some immense rocks, which had been thrown together in such a position as, when viewed at a proper distance, precisely to resemble the features of the human countenance. It seemed as if an enormous giant, or a Titan, had sculptured his own likeness on the precipice.
THE GREEN BOX
Farrow received the blank and wrote out his telegram. Just as he was finishing the message, another guest stepped up to the desk to make an inquiry. It was Harry Vincent. The Shadow's agent had timed his arrival at a moment when the clerk was busy. This gave him the opportunity he needed to catch a glimpse of the wire that Farrow had written.
The Green Helmet and Other Poems
What could have made her peaceful with a mind/That nobleness made simple as a fire,/With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind/That is not natural in an age like this,/Being high and solitary and most stern?/Why, what could she have done, being what she is?/Was there another Troy for her to burn?
The Green Mummy
The Professor rose fiercely. "Money! I care nothing for money. I desire to obtain the funeral jewelry and golden masks, the precious images of the gods, so as to place them in the British Museum. And the scrolls of papyrus buried with the mummy of Tahoser may contain an account of Ethiopian civilization, about which we know nothing. Oh, that tomb, - that tomb!"--by Fergus Hume
The Green Odyssey
Green wasn't worried about catching any of the many diseases he'd be exposed to in the Temple.
Like all men of terrestrial descent, he carried in his body a surgically implanted protoplasmic
entity which automatically analyzed any invading microscopic organisms and/or viruses and
manufactured antibodies to combat them.--by Philip José Farmer
THE GREEN TERROR
He hung by his fingertips from the high sill, while the log spun away under the impetus of his kick. Then The Shadow chinned himself. He got one forearm braced on the sill. A sharp knife appeared from beneath his cloak. A swift slash cut through the burlap covering of the window.
THE GROVE OF DOOM
They were deep in the grove now, Zachary still keeping the right, increasing his pace so that he would not lose ground. Fully did the malicious-faced young man realize the impending danger that hovered above this low-roofed acreage. By swift, circuitous travel, Zachary gained more ground until he was more than fifty yards ahead of Galbraith and the dog; and still a considerable space to the right.
The Guardian Angel
Olive turned very pale and was silent for a moment. At the end of that moment the story seemed almost old to
her. It was a natural ending of the prison-life which had been round Myrtle since her earliest years. When she
got large and strong enough, she broke out of jail,--that was all.
The Guilty River
The moonlight, pouring its unclouded radiance over open space, failed to throw a beauty not their own on those sluggish waters. Broad and muddy, their stealthy current flowed onward to the sea, without a rock to diversify, without a bubble to break, the sullen surface.
The Gulistan--Sheikh Sa'di
Group of stories and morals, each representing a flower of a garden.
The Hairpin and Other Stories
"You know her? There is something irresistible about her. What is it? I don't know. Is it those grey
eyes whose glance thrusts like a gimlet and remains in you like the barb of an arrow? It is rather that
sweet smile, indifferent and infinitely charming, that dwells on her face like a mask. Little by little her
slow grace invades one, rises from her like a perfume--by Guy de Maupassant
THE HAND
They were the pictures snapped the night before, during the phony crime at the office of the Nu-Way Loan Company. The first that Meriden saw was the picture wherein the Playboy was masked. He laid that photo aside; looked at the one below it. He saw a pale strained face with worried eyes. He recognized those features.
The Happy Prince and Other Tales
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.
The Harvester
As the man drew the covers over him, the dog's nose began making an opening, and a little later he quietly walked into the room. The Harvester rested, facing the lake. The dog sniffed at his shoulder, but the man was rigid. Then the click of nails could be heard on the floor as Belshazzar went to the opposite side. At his accustomed place he paused and set one foot on the bed. There was not a sound, so he lifted the other.
THE HATE GENIUS
Monk said sheepishly, "Okay, okay, but it was only one barmaid, and a good idea, because they get all the gossip. I found out that Berkshire has owned the house three years or so, that he doesn't mix very much, but is a nice guy and fairly well-liked for a foreigner. He kicks in regularly to the local charities. His servants are local people, and he pays them well. He isn't here much.
The Hated Son
Above all it was important that the young recluse should not be alarmed at the thought of
marriage, of which he knew nothing, or be made aware of the object of his father's wishes. This
unknown poet conceived as yet only the beautiful and noble passion of Petrarch for Laura, of Dante
for Beatrice. Like his mother he was all pure love and soul; the opportunity to love must be given to
him, and then the event should be awaited, not compelled.
The Haunted Bookshop
Continues the adventures of Roger Mifflin -- from Parnassus on wheels.
The Haunted Hotel
A Mystery of Modern Venice
The Haunted Man and The Ghost's Bargain
Ghastly tales by the master.
The Heir of Redclyffe
Charlotte Yonge's blockbuster tale of man redeemed -- through marriage -- hey, it was 1850-something.
The Heritage of the Desert
AFTER the departure of Dene and his comrades Naab decided to leave White Sage at nightfall. Martin Cole
and the Bishop's sons tried to persuade him to remain, urging that the trouble sure to come could be more
safely met in the village. Naab, however, was obdurate, unreasonably so,
The Hermit and the Wild Woman, and Other Stories
When the Hermit was a lad, and lived in the town, the crenellations of the walls had been square-topped, and a
Guelf lord had flown his standard from the keep. Then one day a steel-coloured line of men-at-arms rode across
the valley, wound up the hill and battered in the gates. Stones and Greek fire rained from the ramparts, shields
clashed in the streets, blade sprang at blade in passages and stairways
The Hermit of Far End
With the passage of the last two months, Patrick's face seemed to have grown more waxen, worn a little finer, and now, as he sat quietly watching the slender figure on the opposite side of the hearth, it wore a curious, inscrutable expression, as though he were mentally balancing the pros and cons of some knotty point. --by Margaret Pedler
The Heroes, or Greek Fairy Tales For My Children
ONCE upon a time there were two princes who were twins. Their names were Acrisius and Proetus, and they lived in the pleasant vale of Argos, far away in Hellas. They had fruitful meadows and vineyards, sheep and oxen, great herds of horses feeding down in Lerna Fen, and all that men could need to make them blest: and yet they were wretched, because they were jealous of each other.--by Charles Kingsley
The Hidden Masterpiece
Suddenly he became silent. His grave and earnest face lost its expression of joy; he was comparing the
immensity of his hopes with the mediocrity of his means. The walls of the garret were covered with
bits of paper on which were crayon sketches; he possessed only four clean canvases. Colors were at
that time costly, and the poor gentleman gazed at a palette that was well-nigh bare.
The High History of the Holy Graal
Translation of Perceval le Gallois ou le conte du Graal -- Toni Morrison Fans take note.
The Higher Learning In America
College has always been rough on a guy. By Thorstein Veblen.
The Hill of Dreams
But already about he town the darkness was forming;
fast, fast the shadows crept upon it from the forest, and from all sides banks and wreaths of curling
mist were gathering, as if a ghostly leaguer were being built up against the city, and the strange race
who lived in its streets. Suddenly there burst out fro the stillness the clear an piercing music of the
réveillé, calling, recalling, iterated, reiterated, and ending with one long high fierce shrill note --by Arthur Machen
The Hispanic Nations of the New World
Either the arbitrary conduct of individual governors or excessive taxation had caused the earlier revolts. To the final revolution foreign nations and foreign ideas gave the necessary impulse. A few members of the intellectual class had read in secret the writings of French and English philosophers.-- William R. Shepherd
The Historical Nights' Entertainment
Real events, rearranged.
The Histories of Tacitus
Covers Rome from 69 to 70 AD. Wild things were happening.
The History of Caliph Vathek
No words can describe the amazement of the courtiers when they beheld this rude merchant withstand the encounter unshocked. They all fell prostrate with their faces on the ground to avoid the risk of their lives, and continued in the same abject posture till the Caliph exclaimed in a furious tone, "Up, cowards! seize the miscreant! see that he be committed to prison and guarded by the best of my soldiers! --by William Beckford
The History of England from the Accession of James II
The case of Glencoe was, doubtless, an extreme case; but it cannot easily be distinguished in principle from cases which, in war, are of ordinary occurrence. Very terrible military executions are sometimes indispensable. Humanity itself may require them. Who then is to decide whether there be an emergency such as makes severity the truest mercy? (Five Volumes, Complete)
The History Of Gog And Magog
THE warden of the castle being at his post,
on the top of the highest tower, saw the
army of Gog and Magog advancing over
Cornhill, and instantly sounded an alarm.
Humbug, with all his tyrannical qualities,
was not deficient in personal courage
The History of Henry Esmond, Esq.
'Tis not to be imagined that Harry Esmond had all this experience at this early stage of his life, whereof he is now writing the history--many things here noted were but known to him in later days. Almost everything Beatrix did or undid seemed good, or at least pardonable, to him then, and years afterwards.
The History of Herodotus Vol. 1
1. Against this Amasis then Cambyses the son of Cyrus was making his march, taking with him not only
other nations of which he was ruler, but also Hellenes, both Ionians and Aiolians: and the cause of the
expedition was as follows:
The History of Phoenicia
Phoenicia, like Greece, was a country where the cities held a position of extreme importance. The nation was
not a centralised one, with a single recognised capital, like Judæa, or Samaria, or Syria, or Assyria, or
Babylonia. It was, like Greece, a congeries of homogeneous tribes, who had never been amalgamated into a
single political entity, and who clung fondly to the idea of separate independence. -- By George Rawlinson
The History of Rome, Vol. I
To begin with, it is generally admitted that after the capture of Troy, whilst the rest of the Trojans were massacred, against two of them-Aeneas and Antenor -the Achivi refused to exercise the rights of war, partly owing to old ties of hospitality, and partly because these men had always been in favour of making peace and surrendering Helen.
The History of Rome, Vol. II
During the year a fleet of Greek ships under the command of the Lacedaemonian Cleonymus sailed to the shores of Italy and captured the city of Thuriae in the Sallentine country. The consul, Aemilius, was sent to meet this enemy, and in one battle he routed him and drove him to his ships. Thuriae was restored to its former inhabitants, and peace was established in the Sallentine territory.
The History of Rome, Vol. III
Spring was now coming on; Hannibal accordingly moved out of his winter quarters. His previous attempt to cross the Apennines had been frustrated by the insupportable cold; to remain where he was would have been to court danger. The Gauls had rallied to him through the prospect of booty and spoil
The History of Rome, Vol. IV
A new general took Hasdrubal's place, named Hanno, who brought over a fresh army, and marched into Celtiberia, which lies between the Mediterranean and the ocean, and here he soon raised a very considerable army. Scipio sent M. Silanus against him with a force of not more than 10,000 infantry and 500 cavalry. Silanus marched with all the speed he could, but his progress was impeded by the bad state of the roads and by the narrow mountain passes
The History of Rome, Vol. V
On perceiving this the consul ordered C. Livius Salinator, the allied cavalry leader, to send his men at a hard gallop against them, and the cavalry of the legions to act as supports. This hurricane of cavalry confused, disordered, and finally broke up the Gaulish lines, but they did not turn to flee. Their officers began to stop any attempt at flight by striking the waverers with their spears and forcing them back into their ranks
The History of Rome, Vol. VI
The heralds of victory travelled to Rome with the utmost possible speed, but on their arrival they found that the rejoicings over it had forestalled them. Four days after the battle, while the Games were going on in the Campus Martius, a whispered rumour suddenly spread amongst the whole concourse of spectators to the effect that a battle had taken place in Macedonia resulting in the utter defeat of the king.
The History of the Psychoanalytic Movement
Describes the history of his movement.
The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling
Chapter 7. Containing such grave matter, that the reader cannot laugh once through the whole
chapter, unless peradventure he should laugh at the author
The Holly-Tree
What was the curiousest thing he had seen? Well! He didn't know. He couldn't momently name what was the curiousest thing he had seen- -unless it was a Unicorn, and he see him once at a Fair. But supposing a young gentleman not eight year old was to run away with a fine young woman of seven, might I think that a queer start? Certainly.
The Holy War
IN my travels, as I walked through many regions and countries, it was my chance to happen into that famous continent of Universe. A very large and spacious country it is: it lieth between the two poles, and just amidst the four points of the heavens. It is a place well watered, and richly adorned with hills and valleys, bravely situate, and for the most part, at least where I was, very fruitful, also well peopled, and a very sweet air.
The Honest Whore, Part One
HIPOLITO /If any be dispos'd to trust your oath,/Let him: I'll not be he. I know you feign /All that you speak, ay, for a mingled harlot /Is true in nothing but in being false. /What, shall I teach you how to loathe yourself?
THE HOODED CIRCLE
Plenty of persons could testify that Benholme was the last man out, that the "Seven Hells" had been in their frames when he locked the door. Intruders couldn't have pried the heavy bars from the window during the five minutes or so before Benholme unlocked the door again, for Cardona's benefit.
The Horse Stealers and Other Stories
The Horse-Stealers, Ward No. 6, The Petchenyeg, A Dead Body, A Happy Ending, The Looking-Glass, Old Age, Darkness, The Beggar, A Story Without a Title, In Trouble, Frost, A Slander, Minds in Ferment, Gone Astray, An Avenger, The Jeune Premier, A Defenceless Creature, An Enigmatic Nature, A Happy Man, A Troublesome Visitor, An Actor's End
The Hound of the Baskervilles
I confess at these words a shudder passed through me. There was a thrill in the doctor's voice which
showed that he was himself deeply moved by that which he told us. Holmes leaned forward in his excitement
and his eyes had the hard, dry glitter which shot from them when he was keenly interested.
The House of Dust
Like one in a restless sleep, who lies and dreams/Of vague desires, and memories, and half-forgotten pain . . ./
Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run,/Flash, are extinguished, flash again,/To mingle and glow at last in the enormous brain/And die away . . ./As evening falls,--by Conrad Aiken
The House of Mirth
An impulse of curiosity made him turn out of his direct line to the door, and stroll past her. He knew that if she did not wish to be seen she would contrive to elude him; and it amused him to think of putting her skill to the test.
The House of Pride
In fact, Percival Ford was no more a woman's man than he was a man's man. A glance at him told the reason. He had a good constitution, never was on intimate terms with sickness, nor even mild disorders; but he lacked vitality. His was a negative organism. No blood with a ferment in it could have nourished and shaped that long and narrow face, those thin lips, lean cheeks, and the small, sharp eyes.
The House of the Seven Gables
MISS HEPZIBAH PYNCHEON sat in the oaken elbow-chair, with her hands over her face, giving way to that heavy down-sinking of the heart which most persons have experienced, when the image of hope itself seems ponderously moulded of lead, on the eve of an enterprise at once doubtful and momentous.
The House of the Wolf
Weyman's first book.
The House of the Wolfings
Within under the Hall-Sun, amidst the woven stories of time past, sat the elders and chief warriors on the dais, and amidst of all a big strong man of forty winters, his dark beard a little grizzled, his eyes big and grey. Before him on the board lay the great War-horn of the Wolfings carved out of the tusk of a sea-whale of the North and with many devices on it and the Wolf amidst them all
The House on the Borderland
I AM an old man. I live here in this ancient house, surrounded by huge, unkempt gardens. "The peasantry, who inhabit the wilderness beyond, say that I am mad. That is because I will have nothing to do with them.
THE HOUSE ON THE LEDGE
Ted didn't seem to understand. Curt caught him by the coat lapel and yanked him into the light. He gave Ted's coat a backward wrench to see if it concealed a badge. There was none which rather puzzled Curt. He thought that Ted, if a Fed, would certainly be wearing one to flash when the right time came.
THE HOUSE THAT VANISHED
"I saw it," smiled Harry, as he viewed the item that Mann passed him, "but I passed it up as something of a hoax. Two men reporting a murder in an isolated house, only to find that the building had vanished."
The Human Chord
And, further, he was still haunted with the feeling that other "beings" occupied certain portions of
the rambling mansion, and more than once recently he had wakened in the night with an idea,
carried over from dreams possibly, that the corridor outside his bedroom was moving and alive
with footsteps. -- by Algernon Blackwood
The Human Drift
A sailor is born, not made. And by "sailor" is meant, not the average efficient and hopeless creature who is found to-day in the forecastle of deepwater ships, but the man who will take a fabric compounded of wood and iron and rope and canvas and compel it to obey his will on the surface of the sea. Barring captains and mates of big ships, the small-boat sailor is the real sailor.
The Human Tragedy
But the hospital walls were very thick, and daylight entered only by narrow windows high up above the
floor. The air was so fetid the lepers could scarcely live in the place at all. And Fra Giovanni noted how
one of them, by name Lucido, who showed an exemplary patience, was slowly dying of the evil
atmosphere.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Notre-Dame de Paris)
When this species of cyclops appeared on the threshold of the chapel, motionless, squat, and almost as
broad as he was tall; squared on the base, as a great man says; with his doublet half red, half violet, sown
with silver bells, and, above all, in the perfection of his ugliness, the populace recognized him on the instant,
and shouted with one voice,--
The Hunting of the Snark
The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark,/Protested, with tears in its eyes,/That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark/Could atone for that dismal surprise!
The Hydra
Any of those blotted-out segments might be The Shadow. So thought Selbert, until he counted so many splotches that he suddenly changed his mind. Quite sure that The Shadow couldn't be around, Selbert stole from the doorway and off along the street. His anxious eyes were set straight ahead, as if his fear had become a matter of the future.
The Idiot
The man who renounces everything about himself is indeed...
The Idylls of the King
And indeed He seems to me/
Scarce other than my king's ideal knight,/`Who reverenced his conscience as his king;
The Iliad
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another.
The Iliad of Homer (Prose)
Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles Peleus' son, the ruinous wrath that brought on the Achaians woes
innumerable, and hurled down into Hades many strong souls of heroes, and gave their bodies to be a
prey to dogs and all winged fowls; and so the counsel of Zeus wrought out its accomplishment from
the day when first strife parted Atreides king of men and noble Achilles.
The Illustrious Gaudissart
Five days later Gaudissart started from the Hotel des Faisans, at which he had put up in Tours, and went to Vouvray, a rich and populous district where the public mind seemed to him susceptible of cultivation. Mounted upon his horse, he trotted along the embankment thinking no more of his phrases than an actor thinks of his part which he has played for a hundred times. It was thus that the illustrious Gaudissart went his cheerful way
The Illustrious Prince
Along Pall Mall the taxi in which
she was seated gained considerably, but in the Park and along the Bird Cage Walk both the other taxies,
risking the police regulations, drew almost alongside. Once past Hyde Park Corner, however, her cab
again drew ahead, and when she was deposited in front of Harrod's Stores, her pursuers were out of
sight. She paid the driver quickly, a little over double his fare.
The Importance of Being Earnest
LANE. I believe it IS a very pleasant state, sir. I have had very little experience of it myself up to the
present. I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between
myself and a young person.
The Incomplete Amorist
MR. EUSTACE VERNON is not by any error to be imagined as a villain of the deepest dye,
coldly planning to bring misery to a simple village maiden for his own selfish pleasure. Not at all.
As he himself would have put it, he meant no harm to the girl. He was a master of two arts, and
to these he had devoted himself wholly.
The Indeterminate Sentence--What Shall Be Done With The Criminal Class?
An indeterminate sentence is a commitment to prison without any limit. It is exactly such a commitment as the court makes to an asylum of a man who is proved to be insane, and it is paralleled by the practice of sending a sick man to the hospital until he is cured.
The Inferno
Dante's Epic. No real demand for Purgatorio or Paradiso.
The Inn of the Two Witches and The Duel
THIS tale, episode, experience--call it how you will--was related in the fifties of the last century by a man who, by his own confession, was sixty years old at the time. Sixty is not a bad age unless in perspective, when no doubt it is contemplated by the majority of us with mixed feelings.
The Innocence of Father Brown
As Ivan explained to the guests, their host had telephoned that he was detained for ten minutes. He was, in truth, making some last arrangements about executions and such ugly things; and though these duties were rootedly repulsive to him, he always performed them with precision. Ruthless in the pursuit of criminals, he was very mild about their punishment.
The Innocents Abroad
WE are getting foreignized rapidly and with facility. We are getting reconciled to halls and bedchambers with
unhomelike stone floors and no carpets -- floors that ring to the tread of one's heels with a sharpness that is
death to sentimental musing. We are getting used to tidy, noiseless waiters, who glide hither and thither, and
hover about your back and your elbows like butterflies, quick to comprehend orders, quick to fill them; thankful
for a gratuity without regard to the amount
The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu
What became of the Grand Duke Stanislaus? Elopement? Suicide? Nothing of the kind. He alone was fully alive to Russia's growing peril. He alone knew the truth about Mongolia. Why was Sir Crichton Davey murdered? Because, had the work he was engaged upon ever seen the light it would have shown him to be the only living Englishman who understood the importance of the Tibetan frontiers. I say to you solemnly, Petrie, that these are but a few.
The Insulted and Injured
I have mentioned already that he was a widower. He had married in his early youth, and married for money.
From his parents in Moscow, who were completely ruined, he received hardly anything. Vassilyevskoe was
mortgaged over and over again. It was encumbered with enormous debts. At twenty-two the prince, who was
forced at that time to take service in a government department in Moscow, had not a farthing
THE INVINCIBLE SHIWAN KHAN
Stepping back, Cardona lunged toward the wall and snatched the bronze dagger with both hands. He reeled, doubling in Endle's fashion. The men who had witnessed Endle's death thought that Cardona was overacting the part when he started to pump his hands toward his heart, shoving the blade point first.
The Invisible Man
Thus it was that on the ninth day of February, at the beginning of the thaw, this singular person fell out of
infinity into Iping Village. Next day his luggage arrived through the slush. And very remarkable luggage it
was. There was a couple of trunks indeed, such as a rational man might need, but in addition there were a box of books
The Irish Race in the Past and the Present
For several centuries the Irish continued in the happy state described in the last chapter. While the
whole European Continent was convulsed by the irruptions of the Germanic tribes, and of the Huns,
more savage still, the island was at peace, opened her schools to the youth of all countries--to Anglo-
Saxons chiefly--and spread her name abroad as the happy and holy isle, the dwelling of the saints, the
land of prodigies, the most blessed spot on the earth.--by Rev. Aug. J. Thebaud, S.J.
The Iron Heel
I shall try to write simply and to tell here how Ernest Everhard entered my life--how I first met him, how he grew until I became a part of him, and the tremendous changes he wrought in my life. In this way may you look at him through my eyes and learn him as I learned him--in all save the things too secret and sweet for me to tell.
The Island of Dr. Moreau
BUT the islanders, seeing that I was really adrift, took pity on me. I drifted very slowly to the eastward,
approaching the island slantingly; and presently I saw, with hysterical relief, the launch come round and
return towards me.
The Island Pharisees
After his journey up from Dover, Shelton was still fathering his luggage at Charing Cross, when the foreign girl
passed him, and, in spite of his desire to say something cheering, he could get nothing out but a
shame-faced smile. Her figure vanished, wavering into the hurly-burly; one of his bags had gone astray, and
so all thought of her soon faded from his mind.
The Ivory Child
"Look here, Mr. Quatermain, you were always a bit of a sportsman, and I'll make you an offer. If I kill more birds
than you do to-day, you shall promise to hold your tongue about my affairs in South Africa; and if you kill more
than I do, you shall still hold your tongue, but I will pay you that £250 and interest for six years."
THE JADE DRAGON
MOE made the trip to Chinatown a fast one, but the news of crime had traveled there ahead of The Shadow. Inspector Cardona was no longer thinking in terms of robbery with a Chinese angle; he had acted on the knowledge that such existed. A call to headquarters had put the whole Chinatown squad in operation, and when The Shadow dropped from Moe's cab, he saw police everywhere.
THE JERUSALEM SINNER SAVED;
subtitled: GOOD NEWS FOR THE VILEST OF MEN --by John Bunyan
The Jew of Malta
BARABAS. Thus, like the sad-presaging raven, that tolls/The sick man's passport in her hollow beak,(54)/And in the shadow of the silent night/Doth shake contagion from her sable wings,/
Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas/With fatal curses towards these Christians.
The Jimmyjohn Boss and Other Stories
"That's all you know, then. I sold that box clean empty through the Palouse country last week, 'cept the bottom drawer, and an outfit on Meacham's hill took that. Shows all you know. I'm going clean through your country after I've quit Silver City. I'll start in by Baker City again, and I'll strike Harney, and maybe I'll go to Linkville. I know what buccaroos want.
The Jolly Corner
What had next brought him back, clearly--though after how long?--was Mrs. Muldoon's voice, coming to him from quite near, from so near that he seemed presently to see her as kneeling on the ground before him while he lay looking up at her; himself not wholly on the ground, but half-raised and upheld
The Journals of Lewis and Clark
A fine warm day. We met with a Frenchman, by the name of Jussome, whom we employ as an interpreter. This man has a wife and children in the village. Great numbers on both sides flocked down to the bank to view us as we passed. Captain Lewis, with the interpreter, walked down to the village below our camp. After delaying one hour, he returned and informed me the Indians had returned to their village, --by Meriwether Lewis and William Clark
The Judge's House
"To tell you the truth," said he, "I should be only too happy, on behalf of the owners, to let anyone have the home rent free for a term of years if only to accustom the people here to see it inhabited. It has been so long empty that some kind of absurd prejudice has grown up about it, and this can be best put down by its occupation
The Jungle
And we shall organize them, we shall drill them, we shall marshal them for the
victory! We shall bear down the opposition, we shall sweep if before us--and Chicago will be ours!
Chicago will be ours! CHICAGO WILL BE OURS!"
The Jungle Book
All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Seeonee wolfpack. It was in the
days when Baloo was teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown bear was delighted to
have so quick a pupil, for the young wolves will only learn as much of the Law of the Jungle as applies to their
own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as they can repeat the Hunting Verse:
The Junior Classics, Volume 1
Manabozho was very urgent, so at last his father said: "Yes, there is a black stone to be found a couple of hundred miles from here, over that way," pointing as he spoke. "It is the only thing on earth I am afraid of, for if it should happen to hit me on any part of my body it would hurt me very much." The West made this important circumstance known to Manabozho in the strictest confidence. -- collection edited by Willam Patten
The Keepsake Stories
Includes Aunt Margaret's Mirror, the Tapestried Chamber, and the Death of the Laird's Jock.
The Kentons
Breckon had not seen the former interest between himself and Ellen lapse to commonplace acquaintance without due sense of loss. He suffered justly, but he did not suffer passively, or without several attempts to regain the higher ground. In spite of these he was aware of being distinctly kept to the level which he accused himself of having chosen, by a gentle acquiescence in his choice more fatal than snubbing.
THE KILLER
"No," returned Mann. "On the contrary, Herston has very good standing with the police. This photograph did not come from the rogues' gallery. It is from the files of the New York Classic. It was put there a year ago when Herston aided in the capture of a notorious crook."
The King in Yellow
Trembling, I put the diadem from my head and wiped my forehead, but I
thought of Hastur and of my own rightful ambition, and I remembered Mr. Wilde as I had last left
him, his face all torn and bloody from the claws of that devil's creature, and what he said--ah, what
he said! The alarm bell in the safe began to whirr harshly, and I knew my time was up--by Robert W. Chambers
The King of the Golden River
One of these fell westward over
the face of a crag so high that when the sun had set to everything else, and all below
was darkness, his beams still shone full upon this waterfall, so that it looked like a
shower of gold. It was therefore called by the people of the neighborhood the Golden River. -- by John Ruskin
The Kingdom of the Blind
"That I venture to doubt," Major Thomson replied. "At any rate, there is enough circumstantial evidence
against you in this book to warrant my taking the keenest interest in your future. As a matter of fact, you
would have been at the Tower, or underneath it, at this very moment, but for the young lady who probably
perjured herself to save you.
The Koran
This is the translation by E.H. Palmer. Although I have read this work, I'm not as familiar with the issues surrounding its various renderings into English as I should be. If Mr. Palmer's translation is widely held to be unnacceptable, please let me know, and I'll see if I can't find another.
The Kreutzer Sonata and Other Stories
So, nevertheless, I lived, until the age of thirty, without abandoning for a minute my intention of marrying, and building an elevated conjugal life; and with this in view I watched all young girls who might suit me. I was buried in rottenness, and at the same time I looked for virgins, whose purity was worthy of me! Many of them were rejected: they did not seem to me pure enough!
The Lady of Lyons
Mel. Look you, our bond is over. Proud conquerors that we are,
we have won the victory over a simple girl compromised her honor--
embittered her life--blasted, in their very blossoms, all the
flowers of her youth. This is your triumph,--it is my shame!--by Bulwer-Lytton
The Lady of the Lake
At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive/Two Barons proud their banners wave./I saw the Moray's silver star,/And marked the sable pale of Mar.'/'By Alpine's soul, high tidings those!/.I love to hear of worthy foes.
The Lady of the Shroud
I have waited till now--well into midday--before beginning to set down the details of the strange episode of last night. I have spoken with persons whom I know to be of normal type. I have breakfasted, as usual heartily, and have every reason to consider myself in perfect health and sanity. So that the record following may be regarded as not only true in substance, but exact as to details.
The Lady With A Dog and Other Stories
The Lady with a Dog, A Doctor's Visit,
An Upheaval, Ionitch, The Head of the Family, The Black Monk, Volodya, An Anonymous Story, The Husband
The Lady, Or the Tiger?
My recollection is he wrote a sequel to this one -- but I can't seem to find it.
The Lair of the White Worm
The form of the ridge was a segment of a circle, with the higher points inland to the west. In the centre rose the Castle, on the highest point of all. Between the various rocky excrescences were groups of trees of various sizes and heights, amongst some of which were what, in the early morning light, looked like ruins.
The Lamplighter
'That's it,' said the chairman. 'Compensation. They didn't give it him, though, and then he got very fond of his country all at once, and went about saying that gas was a death-blow to his native land, and that it was a plot of the radicals to ruin the country and destroy the oil and cotton trade for ever, and that the whales would go and kill themselves privately, out of sheer spite and vexation at not being caught.
The Land of Footprints
Nothing can equal the intense interest of the most ordinary walk in Africa. It is the only country I know of where a man is thoroughly and continuously alive. Often when riding horseback with the dogs in my California home I have watched them in envy of the keen, alert interest they took in every stone, stick, and bush, in every sight, sound, and smell. With equal frequency I have expressed that envy
The Land of Mists
THE great Professor Challenger has been -- very improperly and imperfectly -- used in fiction. A daring author
placed him in impossible and romantic situations in order to see how he would react to them. He reacted to
the extent of a libel action, an abortive appeal for suppression, a riot in Sloane Street, two personal assaults,
and the loss of his position as lecturer upon Physiology at the London School of Sub-Tropical Hygiene.
The Land of the Changing Sun
"My gracious!" ejaculated the latter as he drew nearer. It was a wondrous scene. The building in which they were imprisoned stood on a gentle hill clad in luxuriant, smoothly-cut grass and ornamented with beautiful flowers and plants; and below lay a splendid city--a city built on undulating ground with innumerable grand structures of white marble, with turrets, domes and pinnacles of gold.--by William N. Harben
The Land That Time Forgot
The inadequate boat finally arrived at a precarious landing, the natives, waist-deep in the surf, assisting. I was carried ashore, and while the evening meal was being prepared, I wandered to and fro along the rocky, shattered shore. Bits of surf-harried beach clove the worn granite, or whatever the rocks of Cape Farewell may be composed of
The Landlord At Lions Head, V1
When he could lift his face to look round he heard a shrill, accusing voice, "Oh, Jeff Durgin!" and he saw another storm of apples fly through the air toward the little Whitwell girl, who dodged and ran along the road below and escaped in the direction of the schoolhouse. Then the boy's face showed itself over the top of one of the gravestones, all agrin with joy. He waited and watched Westover keep slowly on
The Landlord At Lions Head, V2
Bessie did not smile at a comedy which was apt to be repeated every evening that she and her aunt spent at home together; they parted for the night with the decencies of family affection, and Bessie delivered the elder lady over to her maid. Then the girl sank down again, and lay musing in her deep chair before the fire with her book shut on her thumb. She looked rather old and worn in her reverie
The Lani People
As I remember, you bought a planet called Phoebe... Livestock issues raised by author J. F. Bone.
The Last Chronicle of Barset
I must ask the reader to make acquaintance with Major Grantly of Cosby Lodge, before he is introduced to the family of Mr Crawley, at their parsonage at Hogglestock. It has been said that Major Grantly had thrown a favourable eye on Grace Crawley--by which report occasion was given to all men and women in those parts to hint that the Crawleys, with all their piety and humility, were very cunning, and that one of the Grantlys was--to say the least of it--very soft
The Last Days of Pompei
Around the east, thin mists caught gradually
the rosy hues that heralded the morning; Light was about to resume her reign. Yet, still, dark and massive in
the distance, lay the broken fragments of the destroying cloud, from which red streaks, burning dimlier and
more dim, betrayed the yet rolling fires of the mountain of the 'Scorched Fields'. The white walls and gleaming
columns that had adorned the lovely coasts were no more.--by Bulwer-Lytton
The Last Man
At another time we were haunted for several days by an apparition, to which our people gave the appellation of the Black Spectre. We never saw it except at evening, when his coal black steed, his mourning dress, and plume of black feathers, had a majestic and awe-striking appearance; his face, one said, who had seen it for a moment, was ashy pale; he had lingered far behind the rest of his troop, and suddenly at a turn in the road, saw the Black Spectre coming towards him--by Mary Shelley
The Last of the Mohicans
he moved silently by the group of travelers, accompanied by the Mohicans, who seemed to comprehend his
intentions with instinctive readiness, when the whole three disappeared in succession, seeming to vanish
against the dark face of a perpendicular rock that rose to the height of a few yards, within as many feet of the
water's edge.
The Last of the Plainsmen
Early next morning we were on our way. I tried to find a soft place on Old Baldy, one of Frank's pack horses. He
was a horse that would not have raised up at the trumpet of doom. Nothing under the sun, Frank said,
bothered Old Baldy but the operation of shoeing. We made the distance to the outpost by noon, and found
Frank's friend a genial and obliging cowboy
The Last Stetson
Old Gabe had told him once about a Stetson and a Lewallen who were heard half a mile away praying
while they fought each other to death with Winchesters. There was no use prayin' an' shootin'," the
miller declared. There was but one way for them to escape damnation; that was to throw down their
guns and make friends. But the miller had forgotten, and his mood that morning was whimsical.
The Law and the Lady
I vaguely felt--if I left things as they were--that I could never hope to remove the shadow which now rested on the married life that had begun so brightly. We might live together, so as to save appearances. But to forget what had happened, or to feel satisfied with my position, was beyond the power of my will.
The Laws of Manu
34. Property lost and afterwards found (by the king's servants) shall remain in the keeping of (special) officials; those whom the king may convict of stealing it, he shall cause to be slain by an elephant.
The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices
In the autumn month of September, eighteen hundred and fifty-seven, wherein these presents bear date, two idle apprentices, exhausted by the long, hot summer, and the long, hot work it had brought with it, ran away from their employer. They were bound to a highly meritorious lady (named Literature), of fair credit and repute, though, it must be acknowledged, not quite so highly esteemed in the City as she might be.
The Legacy of Cain
AT the request of a person who has claims on me that I must not disown, I consent to look back through a long interval of years and to describe events which took place within the walls of an English prison during the earlier period of my appointment as Governor.
The Legend of Good Women
Cleopatra, Thisbe, Dido and more (advanced research for writing up on the Wife of Bath?)
The Lesser Bourgeoisie
At the fall of the Villele ministry, Monsieur Louis-Jerome Thuillier, who had then seen twenty-six years' service as a clerk in the ministry of finance, became sub-director of a department thereof; but scarcely had he enjoyed the subaltern authority of a position formerly his lowest hope, when the events of July, 1830, forced him to resign it.
The Lesson of the Master
. Paul Overt was a faithless smoker; he would puff a cigarette for reasons with which tobacco had nothing to do. This was particularly the case on the occasion of which I speak; his motive was the vision of a little direct talk with Henry St. George.
The Letters of the Younger Pliny, First Series. Vol 1
What treasures you have in your villas at Ocriculum, at Narnia, at Carsola and Perusia! Even a bathing place at Narnia! My letters--for now there is no need for you to write--will have shown you how pleased I am, or rather the short letter will which I wrote long ago. The fact is, that some of my own property is scarcely so completely mine as is some of yours
The Library Window: A Story of the Seen and Unseen
First it occurred to me, with a little sensation of discovery, how absurd to say it
was not a window, a living window, one to see through! Why, then, had they never seen it, these old folk?
I saw as I looked up suddenly the faint greyness as of visible space within--a room behind, certainly dim,
as it was natural a room should be on the other side of the street...
The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus
And thus for a moment they remained, the nymphs filled with surprise and consternation, but the brow of the Master Woodsman gradually clearing as he gazed intently upon the beautiful immortal who had wilfully broken the Law. Then the great Ak, to the wonder of all, laid his hand softly on Necile's flowing locks and kissed her on her fair forehead.
The Life and Death of Cormac the Skald
And in the evening when Cormac made ready to go home he saw Narfi, and bethought
him of those churlish words. "I think, Narfi," said he, "I am more like to knock thee down,
than thou to rule my coming and going." And with that struck him an axe- hammer-blow,
saying:
The Life and Death of Mr. Badman
Attentive. Good Sir, Good morrow to you, I have not as yet lost ought, but yet you give a right ghess of me, for I
am, as you say, concerned in my heart, but 'tis because of the badness of the times. And Sir, you, as all our
Neighbours know, are a very observing man, pray therefore what do you think of them? -- by John Bunyan
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman.
My father, as appears from many of his papers, was very subject to this passion, before he married--but from a
little subacid kind of drollish impatience in his nature, whenever it befell him, he would never submit to it like a
christian; but would pish, and huff, and bounce, and kick, and play the Devil, and write the bitterest Philippicks
against the eye that ever man wrote
The Life and Perambulations of a Mouse
Brighteyes, who had not before partaken of the bird-seed, was overjoyed at the sight. He almost forgot the pain of his foot, and soon buried himself withinside the cake; whilst I, who had pretty well satisfied my hunger before, only ate a few of the crumbs, and then went to take a survey of the adjoining apartment. I crept softly under the door of the closet into a room, as large as that which I had before been in--by Dorothy Kilner
The Life of Epicurus
and he used to say, that he began to study philosophy when he was fourteen years of age; but Apollodorus, the Epicurean, in the first book of his account of the life of Epicurus, says, that he came to the study of philosophy, having conceived a great contempt for the grammarians, because they could not explain to him the statements in Hesiod respecting Chaos. --by Diogenes
The Life of Horatio, Lord Nelson
Unremitting exertions were made to equip the ships which he had chosen, and especially to refit the VICTORY, which was once more to bear his flag. Before he left London he called at his upholsterer's, where the coffin which Captain Hallowell had given him was deposited; and desired that its history might be engraven upon the lid, saying that it was highly probable he might want it on his return. --by Robert Southey
The Life of John Bunyan
The Pilgrim, having now floundered through the Slough of Despond, passed through the Wicket Gate, climbed the Hill Difficulty, and got safe by the Lions, entered the Palace Beautiful, and was "had in to the family." In plain words, Bunyan united himself to the little Christian brotherhood at Bedford, of which the former loose- living royalist major, Mr. Gifford, was the pastor, and was formally admitted into their society. -- by Edmund Venables
The Life of John Sterling
Coleridge sat on the brow of Highgate Hill, in those years, looking down on London and its
smoke-tumult, like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle; attracting towards him the
thoughts of innumerable brave souls still engaged there. His express contributions to poetry,
philosophy, or any specific province of human literature or enlightenment, had been small and sadly
intermittent;-- by Thomas Carlyle
The Life of King Alfred
King Alfred was the son of king Ethelwulf,
who was the son of Egbert, who was the son of Elmund, was the son of Eafa, who was the son of Eoppa,
who the son of Ingild. Ingild, and Ina, the famous king of the West-Saxons, were two brothers. Ina went to
Rome, and there ending this life honourably, entered the heavenly kingdom, to reign there for ever with
Christ.
The Life of Stephen A. Douglas
Yet Lincoln was not a despised antagonist. He was the most prominent Republican in Illinois. But
Douglas was the recognized head of a great national party, the giant of the Senate, the most
resourceful American statesman then living. Through years of desperate battling he had
successfully repelled the assaults of Seward, Sumner and Chase. -- by William Gardner
The Life of the Spider
A fig for systems! It is immaterial to the student of instinct whether the
animal have eight legs instead of six, or pulmonary sacs instead of air-tubes. Besides, the
Araneida belong to the group of segmented animals, organized in sections placed end to end, a
structure to which the terms 'insect' and 'entomology' both refer. -- by J. Henri Fabre
The Life of Thomas Telford
But, as Telford afterwards used to say, very much depends on whether the man has got a head with brains in it of the right sort upon his shoulders. In London, the weak man is simply a unit added to the vast floating crowd, and may be driven hither and thither, if he do not sink altogether; while the strong man will strike out, keep his head above water, and make a course for himself, as Telford did. --by Samuel Smiles
The Lifted Veil
I have lately been subject to attacks of angina pectoris; and in the ordinary course of things, my physician tells me, I may fairly hope that my life will not be protracted many months. Unless, then, I am cursed with an exceptional physical constitution, as I am cursed with an exceptional mental character,
The Light of Western Stars
Then his words of gladness at sight of her, his chagrin at not being at the train to welcome her, were not so
memorable of him as the way he clasped her, for he had held her that way the day he left home, and she had
not forgotten. But now he was so much taller and bigger, so dusty and strange and different and forceful, that
she could scarcely think him the same man.
The Light That Failed
Torpenhow was sprawling in a long chair with a small fox-terrier asleep on his chest, while Dick was preparing a canvas. A dais, a background, and a lay-figure were the only fixed objects in the place. They rose from a wreck of oddments that began with felt-covered water-bottles, belts, and regimental badges, and ended with a small bale of second-hand uniforms and a stand of mixed arms.
The Lily of the Valley
These arrangements and this new happiness shed some balm upon the count's sore mind. The presence of the Duchesse de Lenoncourt at Clochegourde was a great event to the neighborhood. I reflected gloomily that she was a great lady, and the thought made me conscious of the spirit of caste in the daughter which the nobility of her sentiments had hitherto hidden from me. Who was I--poor, insignificant, and with no future but my courage and my faculties?
The Lion's Skin
But under the gay exterior he affected he carried a spirit of most vile unrest. The anger which had prompted his impulse to execute, after all, the business on which he was come, and to deliver his father the letter that was to work his ruin, was all spent. He had cooled
The Little Duke
"Ah! the young Baron de Montemar," said Sir Eric. "I knew his father well, and a brave man he was,
though not of northern blood. He was warden of the marches of the Epte, and was killed by your
father's side in the inroad of the Viscount du Cotentin, {10} at the time when you were born, Lord
Richard."--by Charlotte Yonge, who will get her own category one of these days.
The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi
"I command thee," said St Francis, "under holy obedience, in order to punish my presumption
and the evil thought of my heart, when I lie down on the ground to place one of thy feet on my
neck, and the other on my mouth. And this shalt thou do thee! Be humbled, thou son of Peter
Bernardoni, for thou art but a vile wretch; how camest thou to be so proud, thou miserable
servant of sin!"
The Little Orphan
THE kopeck has fallen from his hands, and rings on the steps of the stairs. He was not able to tighten his little fingers enough to hold the coin. The child went out running, and walked fast, fast. Where was he going? He did not know. And he runs, runs, and blows in his hands. He is troubled. He feels so lonely, so frightened! And suddenly, what is that again! A crowd of people stand there and admire.
The Little Room
"When they got to the house, mother wanted to take father right off into the little room; she had been telling him about it, just as I am going to tell you and she had said that of all the rooms that one was the only one that seemed pleasant to her. She described the furniture and the books and paper and everything, and said it was on the north side, between the front and back room. Well, when they went to look for it, there was no little room there -- by Madelene Yale Wynne
The Little White Bird
Has it ever been your lot, reader, to be persecuted by a pretty woman who thinks, without a tittle of reason, that
you are bowed down under a hopeless partiality for her? It is thus that I have been pursued for several years
now by the unwelcome sympathy of the tender-hearted and virtuous Mary A----. When we pass in the street the
poor deluded soul subdues her buoyancy
THE LIVING JOSS
Moving away from the last of the throng, Hugo Urvin stopped to examine the wishing sticks which had been shown to the visitors. Again, he heard the name of Kwa. When he looked around, all the bus passengers had gone. The outer door of the shrine was closed.
The Lock and Key Library
Mystery collection, includes works by Charles Dickens.
The Lodger
To take but one point: Mr. Sleuth did not ask to be called unduly early. Bunting and his Ellen had fallen into the way of lying rather late in the morning, and it was a great comfort not to have to turn out to make the lodger a cup of tea at seven, or even half-past seven. Mr. Sleuth seldom required anything before eleven. -- Marie Belloc Lowndes
The Lone Star Ranger
That night Duane was not troubled by ghosts haunting his waking and sleeping hours. He awoke feeling
bright and eager, and grateful to Euchre for having put something worth while into his mind. During breakfast,
however, he was unusually thoughtful, working over the idea of how much or how little he would confide in the
outlaw. He was aware of Euchre's scrutiny.
The Longest Journey
More from our friend Forster.
The Lost City
Chapter XXIV. THE SUN CHILDREN'S PERIL!!!!!
The Lost Continent
It was during the morning of July 6, 2137, that we entered the mouth of the Thames--to the best of my knowledge the first Western keel to cut those historic waters for two hundred and twenty-one years!
The Lost Continent
By C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne --The arm of the sea at the
head of which the vast city of Atlantis stands, varies greatly in width. In places where the
mountains have over-boiled, and sent their liquid contents down to form hard stone below, the
channel has barely a river's wideness, and then beyond, for the next half-day's sail it will widen out
into a lake, with the sides barely visible.
The Lost House
Outside the locked door the voices of the two men rose in fierce whispers. But Ford regarded them not at all.
With the swiftness of a squirrel caught in a cage, he darted on tiptoe from side to side searching the confines
of his prison. He halted close to Miss Dale and pointed at the windows.
THE LOST OASIS
The strange trilling was Doc's sound, omen of his presence. It was part of Doc, that mellow sound - a small, unconscious thing which he did in moments of utter concentration. Only when he was thinking furiously, or on the eve of some course of action, did the trilling come. And rarely did Doc realize he was making it.
The Lost Princess of Oz
That same morning there was great excitement in the castle of the powerful Sorceress of Oz, Glinda the Good. This castle, situated in the Quadling Country, far south of the Emerald City where Ozma ruled, was a splendid structure of exquisite marbles and silver grilles. Here the Sorceress lived, surrounded by a bevy of the most beautiful maidens of Oz, gathered from all the four countries of that fairyland as well as from the magnificent Emerald City itself
The Lost Road and Other Stories
By Richard Harding Davis. Includes THE MEN OF ZANZIBAR.
The Lost Stradivarius
if you are anxious for the return of the violin and willing to pay a sum of money, small compared with the value of the violin, I think we can make a deal. You can put a personal in the New York Sun saying I am willing to give a sum of money for the return of the violin. No questions asked. Mrs. J. Bott. When I see your personal in the Sun I will let you know how the exchange can be made. CAVE DWELLER. -- by Arthur Train
The Lost World
Hey, there's supposed to be a TV show in Australia based on this Professor Challenger book.
The Love of Ulrich Nebendahl
Perhaps of all, it troubled most the Herr Pfarrer. Was he not the father of the village? And as such did it not fall to him to see his children marry well and suitably? marry in any case. It was the duty of every worthy citizen to keep alive throughout the ages the sacred hearth fire, to rear up sturdy lads and honest lassies that would serve God, and the Fatherland. A true son of Saxon soil was the Herr Pastor Winckelmann--kindly, simple, sentimental.
The Lunatic at Large
One of J.Storer Clouston's comic novels.
The Lure Of The Dim Trails
The long drive was nearly over. Even Thurston's eyes brightened when he saw, away upon the sky-line, the hills that squatted behind the home ranch of the Lazy Eight. The past month had been one of rapid living under new conditions, and at sight of them it seemed only a few days since he had first glimpsed that broken line of hills and the bachelor household in the coulee below.
The Mabinogion
A Welsh cycle of Arthurian tales. If you read, as a kid, the Lloyd Alexander series "Chronicles of Prydain," some names might seem familiar.
The Machine
GRIMES. How different? We've got the police, and we've got the district attorney, and we've got the courts. What more do we want? What can they do but talk in the newspapers? And is there anything they haven't said about us already? [Takes HEGAN by the arm, and laughs.] Come, old man!--by Upton Sinclair
The Mad King
After a time the men tired of the sport of king-baiting, for Barney showed neither rancor nor outraged majesty at
their keenest thrusts, instead, often joining in the laugh with them at his own expense. They thought it odd that
the king should hold his dignity in so low esteem, but that he was king they never doubted, attributing his
denials to a disposition to deceive them, and rob them of the "king's ransom" they had already commenced to
consider as their own.
The Madman
And the mother spoke, and she said: "At last, at last, my enemy! You by whom my youth was destroyed --/who have built up your life upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!"
The Madonna of the Future
We had been talking about the masters who had achieved but a single masterpiece--the artists and poets who but once in their lives had known the divine afflatus and touched the high level of perfection. Our host had been showing us a charming little cabinet picture by a painter whose name we had never heard, and who, after this single spasmodic bid for fame, had apparently relapsed into obscurity and mediocrity. There was some discussion as to the frequency of this phenomenon
The Magic Egg and Other Stories
"Let us read the story again," she said, "and see what is the matter with it." When we had finished its perusal, Hypatia remarked: "It is quite as good as many of the stories you have had printed, and I think it very interesting, although, of course, it is not equal to `His Wife's Deceased Sister.'"
The Magic of Oz
On the east edge of the Land of Oz, in the Munchkin Country, is a big, tall hill called Mount Munch. One one side, the bottom of this hill just touches the Deadly Sandy Desert that separates the Fairyland of Oz from all the rest of the world, but on the other side, the hill touches the beautiful, fertile Country of the Munchkins.
The Magic Skin
"The devil take you!" said Raphael. "How are you to enter into my feelings if I do not relate the facts
that insensibly shaped my character, made me timid, and prolonged the period of youthful simplicity?
In this manner I cowered under as strict a despotism as a monarch's till I came of age. To depict the
tedium of my life, it will be perhaps enough to portray my father to you.
The Magical Monarch of Mo
A good many years ago the Magical Monarch of Mo became annoyed by the Purple Dragon, which came down from the mountains and ate up a patch of his best chocolate caramels just as they were getting ripe. So the King went out to the sword tree and picked a long, sharp sword and tied it to his belt and went away to the mountains to fight the Purple Dragon.
The Magna Carta
And the city of London shall have all it ancient liberties and free customs, as well by land as by water;
furthermore, we decree and grant that all other cities, boroughs, towns, and ports shall have all their liberties
and free customs.
The Magnificent Ambersons
1918 Pulitizer-Prize winner by Booth Tarkington
The Magnificent Ambersons
HAVING thus, in a word, revealed his ambition for a career above courts, marts, and polling booths, George breathed more deeply than usual, and, turning his face from the lovely companion whom he had just made his confidant, gazed out at the dancers with an expression in which there was both sternness and a contempt for the squalid lives of the unyachted Midlanders before him.
The Make-Believe Man
I had made up my mind that when my vacation came I would spend it seeking adventures. I have always wished
for adventures, but, though I am old enough--I was twenty-five last October--and have always gone half-way to
meet them, adventures avoid me. Kinney says it is my fault. He holds that if you want adventures you must go
after them.
The Malefactor
"Don't lie to me, sir," Wingrave said sharply. "I have been wondering what the --- you meant by hanging
around after me, giving the deck steward five shillings to put your chair next mine, and pretending to
read, while all the time you were trying to overhear any scraps of conversation between my secretary and
myself. I thought you were simply guilty of impertinent curiosity. This, however, rather alters the look of
affairs."
The Man
During their play, Stephen, after pledging him to secrecy, told Leonard of her intention of visiting the crypt, and asked him to help her in it. This was an adventure, and as such commended itself to the schoolboy heart. He entered at once into the scheme con amore; and the two discussed ways and means.
The Man Between
TRADE and commerce have their heroes as well as arms, and the struggle in which Tyrrel
Rawdon at last plucked victory from apparent failure was as arduous a campaign as any military
operations could have afforded. It had entailed on him a ceaseless, undaunted watch over
antagonists rich and powerful--by Amelia Barr
The Man From Glengarry
Macdonald Dubh's farm lay about three miles north and west from the manse, and the house stood far back from the cross-road in a small clearing encircled by thick bush. It was a hard farm to clear, the timber was heavy, the land lay low, and Macdonald Dubh did not make as much progress as his neighbors in his conflict with the forest. Not but that he was a hard worker and a good man with the ax, but somehow he did not succeed as a farmer.
THE MAN FROM SCOTLAND YARD
It was fast, equal combat, to the tune of roaring guns. The strugglers came half to their feet and staggered to a companionway. Bert twisted free and tried to aim. Delka jammed a punch to the crook's jaw. Bert toppled; then caught Delka's neck. Together they wavered, then pitched head-foremost down the companionway.
The Man in Lower Ten
The man in it was on his back, the early morning sun striking full on his upturned face. But the light did not disturb him. A small stain of red dyed the front of his night clothes and trailed across the sheet; his half-open eyes were fixed, without seeing, on the shining wood above.
The Man in the Iron Mask
d'Artagnan.
THE MAN OF BRONZE
Doc Savage's strange golden eyes roved over the assembled men; from Renny, whose knowledge of engineering in all its branches was profound, to Long Tom, who was an electrical wizard, to Johnny, whose fund of information on the structure of the earth and ancient races which had inhabited it was extremely vast, to Ham, the clever Harvard lawyer and quick thinker, and finally to Monk, who, in spite of his resemblance to a gorilla, was a great chemist.
The Man of Property
A cut-glass chandelier filled with lighted candles hung like a giant stalactite above its centre, radiating over
large gilt-framed mirrors, slabs of marble on the tops of side-tables, and heavy gold chairs with crewel worked
seats. Everything betokened that love of beauty so deeply implanted in each family which has had its own way
to make into Society, out of the more vulgar heart of Nature.--Forsyte #1
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg
It was many years ago. Hadleyburg was the most honest and upright town in all the region round about. It had kept that reputation unsmirched during three generations, and was prouder of it than of any other of its possessions. It was so proud of it, and so anxious to insure its perpetuation, that it began to teach the principles of honest dealing to its babies in the cradle
The Man Who Could Not Lose
With an income so uncertain that the only thing that could be said of it with certainty was that it
was too small to support even himself, Carter should not have thought of matrimony. Nor, must
it be said to his credit, did he think of it until the girl came along that he wanted to marry.
THE MAN WHO DIED TWICE
Clyde stepped to the head of the stairs. It was now or never! His only chance for freedom was to whirl swiftly, clutch at the armed thug behind him and pitch him headlong down the steps. Oscar's gun was on the dressing table. But Oscar had moved closer to the shower stall.
THE MAN WHO FELL UP
Doc tossed the grenade so that it hopped across the floor and blew up in their faces. The blast was not close enough to kill anyone, but it brushed them back out of the opening as if a great hand had slapped them. The second grenade was a combination of tear gas and smoke, and he threw that one directly in their midst.
The Man Who Knew Too Much
This tale begins among a tangle of tales round a name that is at once recent and legendary. The name is that of Michael O'Neill, popularly called Prince Michael, partly because he claimed descent from ancient Fenian princes, and partly because he was credited with a plan to make himself prince president of Ireland, as the last Napoleon did of France.
The Man Who Was Thursday
"Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously!" he said to Gregory, smiling. "I don't often have the luck to have a dream like this. It is new to me for a nightmare to lead to a lobster. It is commonly the other way."
The Man Who Would Be King And Other Stories
Also includes "The Phanton Rickshaw."
The Man Whom the Trees Loved
"Good Lord, Sir!" Bittacy heard himself saying, "but you're putting my own thoughts into words. D'you know, I've felt something like that for years. As though----" he looked round to make sure his wife was not there, then finished the sentence--"as though the trees were after me!" --by Algernon Blackwood
The Manuscript
Their daily business was to occupy themselves with literature. At the present moment they were engaged in drinking whisky,--an occupation both agreeable and useful,--and in chatting about books, the theater, women and many other things. -- By Otto Larssen
The Marble Faun, or The Romance of Monte Beni, Vol. II
"That is not the way with this kind of death!" exclaimed Donatello, in a low, horrorstricken voice, which grew higher and more full of emotion as he proceeded. "Imagine a fellow creature,--breathing now, and looking you in the face,--and now tumbling down, down, down, with a long shriek wavering after him, all the way! He does not leave his life in the air!
The Marble Faun, Or The Romance of Monte Beni, Volume 1
The figure of their friend was now discernible by her own torchlight, approaching out of one of the cavernous passages. Miriam came forward, but not with the eagerness and tremulous joy of a fearful girl, just rescued from a labyrinth of gloomy mystery. She made no immediate response to their inquiries and tumultuous congratulations; and, as they afterwards remembered, there was something absorbed, thoughtful, and self-concentrated in her deportment.
The Marriage Contract
"It seems to me," he said to himself, "that without that good Mathias my mother-in-law would
have tricked me. And yet, is that believable? What interest could lead her to deceive me? Are
we not to join fortunes and live together? Well, well, why should I worry about it? In two days
Natalie will be my wife
The Martyrdom of Man
A people can never rise from low estate as long as they are engrossed in the painful struggle for daily bread. On the other hand, leisure alone is not sufficient to effect the self-promotion of men. The savage of the primeval forest burns down a few trees every year; his women raise an easy crop from the ashes which mingle with the soil. He basks all day in the sunshine, or prostrates himself in his canoe--by Winwood Reade (nephew of Charlie)
The Marvelous Land of Oz
So he began by sprinkling some of the magic Powder of Life from the pepper- box upon the body of the saw-horse. Then he lifted his left hand, with the little finger pointing upward, and said: "Weaugh!"
THE MASK OF MEPHISTO
They too intended to ride to some unstated place with their charge, but when or if they sent him on his way, he would go without the money. The fact that the prize winner was masquerading as The Shadow had jarred this faction only briefly; indeed they were possibly less worried than their predecessors might have been. The Lottery racket was illegal from the start!
THE MASKED LADY
AFTER the law took over the scene at Darra's apartment, Inspector Joe Cardona was a prompt arrival. In front of the building, he met Lou Telf, who told him that two patrolmen were upstairs. Having learned that Telf was a private detective, they had deputed him to stay outside.
The Massacre at Paris
QUEENE MOTHER. My noble sonne, and princely Duke of Guise,/Now have we got the fatall stragling deere,/Within the compasse of a deadly toyle,/And as we late decreed we may perfourme.
The Master Key
An Electrical Fairy Tale
Founded Upon The Mysteries Of Electricity And The Optimism Of Its Devotees. It Was Written For Boys, But Others May Read It
The Master of Ballantrae
Of the heavy sickness which declared itself next morning I can think with equanimity, as of the
last unmingled trouble that befell my master; and even that was perhaps a mercy in disguise;
for what pains of the body could equal the miseries of his mind? Mrs. Henry and I had the
watching by the bed.
The Master of Mrs. Chilvers
JANET [She comes forward. She holds forth her hands with a half- appealing, half-commanding gesture. She almost seems inspired.] Would it not be so much better if, in this first political contest between man and woman, the opponents were two people honouring one another, loving one another? Would it not show to all the world that man and woman may meet--contend in public life without anger, without scorn? --by Jerome K Jerome
The Master of the World
If I speak of myself in this story, it is because I have been deeply involved in its startling events, events doubtless among the most extraordinary which this twentieth century will witness. Sometimes I even ask myself if all this has really happened, if its pictures dwell in truth in my memory, and not merely in my imagination. In my position as head inspector in the federal police department at Washington...
The Mayor of Casterbridge
"Now," said the woman, breaking the silence, so that her low dry voice sounded quite loud, "before you go further, Michael, listen to me. If you touch that money, I and this girl go with the man. Mind, it is a joke no longer."
The Melancholy Hussar of the German Legion and Other Stories
So far from being as gay as its uniform, the regiment was pervaded by a dreadful melancholy, a chronic home-sickness, which depressed many of the men to such an extent that they could hardly attend to their drill. The worst sufferers were the younger soldiers who had not been over here long.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
"I think that you know me well enough, Watson, to understand that I am by no means a nervous man. At the
same time, it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you. Might I
trouble you for a match?" He drew in the smoke of his cigarette as if the soothing influence was grateful to
him.
The Merchant of Venice
To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes?
The Merry Men
'Gone!' he said; 'the things are gone, the fortune gone! We are paupers once more.
Boy! what do you know of this? Speak up, sir, speak up. Do you know of it? Where
are they?' He had him by the arm, shaking him like a bag, and the boy's words, if he
had any, were jolted forth in inarticulate murmurs. The Doctor, with a revulsion
from his own violence, set him down again.
The Message
I have always longed to tell a simple and true story, which should strike terror into two young
lovers, and drive them to take refuge each in the other's heart, as two children cling together at
the sight of a snake by a woodside. At the risk of spoiling my story and of being taken for a
coxcomb, I state my intention at the outset.
The Metamorphosis
Kafka's classic on family, fatherhood, salesmanship, wise men, and insects. Translated by a professor in Northern British Columbia.
The Metaphysical Elements of Ethics
These are such moral qualities as, when a man does not possess them, he is not bound to acquire them.
They are: the moral feeling, conscience, love of one's neighbour, and respect for ourselves (self-esteem).
There is no obligation to have these, since they are subjective conditions of susceptibility for the notion of duty,
not objective conditions of morality.
The Meteor Menace
It came to Doc with certainty that he could not reach his friends in time. Long before he could even gain Monk's side, he would be down, overcome by the power of the meteor. And even should he accomplish the impossible and join them, there was, by Shrops's attestation, only enough of the antidote in the metal cylinder to save one man.
THE METHOD OF NATURE
I do not wish to look with sour aspect at the industrious manufacturing village, or the mart of commerce. I love the music of the water-wheel; I value the railway; I feel the pride which the sight of a ship inspires; I look on trade and every mechanical craft as education also. But let me discriminate what is precious herein.
The Middle Class Gentleman
DORANTE: Monsieur Jourdain is right, Madame, to speak so, and he obliges me by making you so welcome. I agree with him that the repast is not worthy of you. Since it was I who ordered it, and since I do not have the accomplishments of our friends in this matter, you do not have here a very sophisticated meal, and you will find some incongruities in the combinations and some barbarities of taste.
The Midnight Queen
The plague raged in the city of London. The destroying angel had gone forth, and kindled with its fiery breath the awful pestilence, until all London became one mighty lazar-house. Thousands were swept away daily; grass grew in the streets, and the living were scarce able to bury the dead. Business of all kinds was at an end, except that of the coffin-makers and drivers of the pest-carte. --by Mary Agnes Fleming
The Mill on the Floss
`WHAT I want, you know,' said Mr Tulliver, `what I want, is to give Tom a good eddication: an eddication as'll be a
bread to him. That was what I was thinking on when I gave notice for him to leave th' Academy at Ladyday. I mean
to put him to a downright good school at Midsummer.
The Miller's Daughter
At dawn a clamor of voices shook the mill. Pere Merlier opened the door of Francoise's chamber. She went down into the courtyard, pale and very calm. But there she could not repress a shiver as she saw the corpse of a Prussian soldier stretched out on a cloak beside the well.
The Miracle Mongers -- An Expose
Secrets of Magic Revealed, circa 1920 -- by Harry Houdini.
The Mirror of Kong Ho
OK, it's not even really a mystery. But you might as well keep all your damage in one place. Sort of cute, in an imperialist orientalism classic example of kind a way.
The Mirror of the Sea
An anchor is a forged piece of iron, admirably adapted to its end, and technical language is an instrument wrought into
perfection by ages of experience, a flawless thing for its purpose. An anchor of yesterday (because nowadays there are
contrivances like mushrooms and things like claws, of no particular expression or shape - just hooks) - an anchor of yesterday
is in its way a most efficient instrument.
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. I
Oh Hercules! Oh Bacchus! This is too much. Here is an
universal genius; sophist,--orator,--poet. To what a three-
headed monster have I given birth! a perfect Cerberus of
intellect! And pray what may your piece be about? Or will your
tragedy, like your speech, serve equally for any subject?
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Volume II.
(contains revies of Mill, Mirabeau etc.)
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Volume III.
On that great, that awful day,/This vain world shall pass away./Thus the sibyl sang of old,/Thus hath holy David told./There shall be a deadly fear/
When the Avenger shall appear,
The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Volume IV.
I should wish, Sir, to say what I have to say in the temperate tone which has with so much propriety been preserved by the right honourable Baronet the Secretary for the Home Department (Sir James Graham.); but, if I should use any warm expression, I trust that the House will attribute it to the strength of my convictions and to my solicitude for the public interests.
The Monkey's Paw
By William Wymark Jacobs, about whom very little is known, Internet-wise.
The Monster Men
Scarcely had the Ithaca cleared the reef which lies almost across the mouth of the little harbor where she had
been moored for so many months than the tempest broke upon her in all its terrific fury. Bududreen was no
mean sailor, but he was short handed, nor is it reasonable to suppose that even with a full crew he could have
weathered the terrific gale which beat down upon the hapless vessel.
THE MONSTERS
CALDWELL, THE killer, was in a position where he could view Doc Savage's office. He saw the giant bronze man, got a most unnerving look at the weird golden eyes. He realized that Doc, having witnessed the killing, was a menace.
The Moon and Sixpence
The greatness of Charles Strickland was authentic. It may be that you do not like his art, but at all events you can hardly refuse it the tribute of your interest. He disturbs and arrests. The time has passed when he was an object of ridicule, and it is no longer a mark of eccentricity to defend or of perversity to extol him. His faults are accepted as the necessary complement to his merits. -- by William Somerset Maugham
The Moon Pool
"GOODWIN," Throckmartin went on at last, "I can describe him only as a thing of living light. He radiated
light; was filled with light; overflowed with it. A shining cloud whirled through and around him in radiant
swirls, shimmering tentacles, luminescent, coruscating spirals.
By A. Merritt
The Moonstone
A gift that keeps on giving.
The Mortal Immortal
The Wandering Jew? -- certainly not. More than eighteen centuries have passed over his head. In comparison with him, I am a very young Immortal.
The Mountains
I REALLY believe that you will find more variation of individual and interesting character in a given number of Western horses than in an equal number of the average men one meets on the street. Their whole education, from the time they run loose on the range until the time when, branded, corralled, broken, and saddled, they pick their way under guidance over a bad piece of trail, tends to develop their self-reliance.
The Movements and Habits of Climbing Plants
A revolving tendril, though inclined during the greater part of its course at an angle of about 45 degrees (in one case of only 37 degrees) above the horizon, stiffened and straightened itself from tip to base in a certain part of its course, thus becoming nearly or quite vertical. I witnessed this repeatedly; and it occurred both when the supporting internodes were free and when they were tied up; but was perhaps most conspicuous in the latter case
The Mucker
BILLY BYRNE was a product of the streets and alleys of Chicago's great West Side. From Halsted to Robey, and
from Grand Avenue to Lake Street there was scarce a bartender whom Billy knew not by his first name. And, in
proportion to their number which was considerably less, he knew the patrolmen and plain clothes men equally
as well, but not so pleasantly.
The Mummy's Foot
I started to find it;--but fancy my astonishment when I beheld, instead of the mummy's foot I had purchased the evening before, the little green paste idol left in its place by the Princess Hermonthis! -- note, self-mockery by author.
The Murder in Saltashe Woods
Story staring attorney Skin o' my Tooth.
THE MURDER MASTER
This news gave Cardona a medley of thoughts. The idea was new to him; but the more he juggled it, the better he liked it. As a reformer, Melvin Graham had certainly done excellent work in voluntarily aiding the parole board. He had seen to it that convicts, out on probation, were given jobs to which they were suited.
The Murders In The Rue Morgue And Other Stories
The Murders In The Rue Morgue, The Mystery of Marie Roget, The Purloined Letter, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Cask of Amontillado, The Gold-Bug
The Muse of the Department
This strange production caused a great ferment in the departments of the Allier, the Nievre, and the Cher, proud to possess a poet capable of rivalry with the glories of Paris. Paquita la Sevillane, by Jan Diaz, was published in the Echo du Morvan, a review which for eighteen months maintained its existence in spite of provincial indifference. Some knowing persons at Nevers declared that Jan Diaz was making fun of the new school
THE MUSEUM MURDERS
Bringing a stiff envelope from beneath his cloak, he used his one free hand to reach through the pane and send the flat missile skimming through the air. A difficult trick, considering the odd angle, but The Shadow had practiced it with such variations. The envelope skimmed right into Harry's bag, slicing like a knife's edge in between loose objects that were packed therein.
The Mutiny of the Elsinore
From the first the voyage was going wrong. Routed out of my hotel on a bitter March morning, I had crossed Baltimore and reached the pier- end precisely on time. At nine o'clock the tug was to have taken me down the bay and put me on board the Elsinore, and with growing irritation I sat frozen inside my taxicab and waited.
The Mysteries of Udolpho
'That will scarcely be possible,' said Emily smiling, as she followed the winding of the passage, which opened into another gallery: and then Annette, perceiving that she had missed her way, while she had been so eloquently haranguing on ghosts and fairies, wandered about through other passages and galleries, till, at length, frightened by their intricacies and desolation, she called aloud for assistance--by Ann Radcliffe
The Mysterious Affair at Styles
First Poirot Case.
The Mysterious Island
"Are we rising again?" "No. On the contrary." "Are we descending?" "Worse than that, captain! we are falling!"
"For Heaven's sake heave out the ballast!" "There! the last sack is empty!" "Does the balloon rise?" "No!" "I
hear a noise like the dashing of waves. The sea is below the car! It cannot be more than 500 feet from us!"
"Overboard with every weight! ...everything!" .
The Mysterious Key and What it Opened
When Paul spoke in that tone and wore that look, Lillian felt as if they had changed places, and he was
the master and she the servant. She wondered over this in her childish mind, but proud and willful as
she was, she liked it, and obeyed him with unusual meekness when he suggested that it was time to
return.
The Mysterious Stranger - A Romance
IT WAS IN 1590--winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even set it away back centuries upon centuries and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the Age of Belief in Austria.
The Mystery of a Hansom Cab
By Fergus Hume, who is not -- definitely not, an Australian.
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Dickens' unfinished masterpiece.
The Mystery of Orcival
On Thursday, the 9th of July, 186-, Jean Bertaud and his son, well known at Orcival as living by poaching and marauding, rose at three o'clock in the morning, just at daybreak, to go fishing.
The Mystery of the Steel Disk
he called me up to tell me t'at when he opened t'e wault a little while ago he found t'at since he closed it t'e night before a package wit' more t'an a million dollars in bonds was gone. He is responsible for t'e wault and no one else, and he called me up to tell me -- Broughton Brandenburg
The Mystery of the Yellow Room
First appearance of detective Rouletabille.
THE MYSTIC MULLAH
But to Doc Savage, wearing the strange goggles, a stretch ahead of the car had become illuminated with an unearthly distinctness. It was not like ordinary light, this luminance. Objects stood out in stark high lights and shadows and there was no sense of color. It was as if everything had taken on varied shades of black and white. The effect was produced by an infraray projector mounted forward of the hood.
The Mystics
OF all the sensations to which the human mind is a prey, there is none so powerful in its finality, so
chilling in its sense of an impending event, as the knowledge that Death--grim, implacable Death--has
cast his shadow on a life that custom and circumstance have rendered familiar. Whatever the
personal feeling may be,--whether dismay, despair, or relief,--by Katherine Cecil Thurston
THE NATURAL HISTORY OF RELIGION
The only point of theology, in which we shall find a consent of mankind almost universal, is, that there is invisible, intelligent power in the world: But whether this power be supreme or subordinate, whether confined to one being; or distributed among several, what attributes, qualities, connexions, or principles of action ought to be ascribed to those beings, concerning all these points, there is the widest difference in the popular systems of theology. --by David Hume
The Natural Philosophy of Love
But the very idea of an aim is a human illusion. There is neither beginning, nor middle, nor end in the series of causes. What is has been caused by what was, and what will be has for cause the existent. One can neither conceive a point of rest nor a point of beginning. Born of life, life will beget life eternally She should, and wants to. --by Remy de Gourmont (big friend of Ezra Pound)
The Nature Faker
Richard Herrick was a young man with a gentle disposition, much money, and no sense of humor. His object in life was to marry Miss Catherweight. For three years she had tried to persuade him this could not be, and finally, in order to convince him, married some one else.
The Necromancers
For he was perfectly aware that fear, and a sickening kind of repulsion,
formed a very large element in his emotions. For nearly two hours, unless three persons had lied
consummately, he--his essential being, that sleepless self that underlies all--had been in strange
company, had become identified in some horrible manner with the soul of a dead person. --by Robert Hugh Benson
The New Atlantis
We sailed from Peru, (where we had continued for the space of one whole year) for China and Japan, by the South Sea; taking with us victuals for twelve months; and had good winds from the east, though soft and weak, for five months space, and more. But the wind came about, and settled in the west for many days, so as we could make little or no way, and were sometime in purpose to turn back.
The New Godiva
The last of them gone, thank Heaven! Now, at last, we shall get a couple of hours alone together. I seem scarcely to have seen you since you came home. By the way, let me congratulate you on the figure you make in society, after ten years in Queensland. Our friends to-night, I could see, imagined they had been asked to meet a kind of savage, a sort of wild-man-of-the-woods--by Josephine Butler
The New Inne
Playes in themselues have neither hopes, nor feares,/Their fate is only in their hearers eares:/If you expect more then you had to*night,/The maker is sick, and sad. But do him right,
The New Machiavelli
When I think of how such things began in my mind, there comes back to me the memory of an enormous bleak room with its ceiling going up to heaven and its floor covered irregularly with patched and defective oilcloth and a dingy mat or so and a "surround" as they call it, of dark stained wood. Here and there against the wall are trunks and boxes.
The New Magdalen
The tone in which those words were spoken was an insult in itself. Mercy suddenly lifted her head; the angry answer was on her lips. She checked it, and submitted in silence. "I will be worthy of Julian Gray's confidence in me," she thought, as she stood patiently by the chair. "I will bear anything from the woman whom I have wronged."
The Nibelungenlied
This is the Nibelungs' fall.
The Nice Valour, or The Passionate Madman
PASSIONATE LORD /[To La Nove] I do confess it freely, precious lady, /And love's suit is so: the longer it hangs, /The worse it is; better cut off, sweet madam. /Oh, that same drawing-in your nether lip there /Foreshows no goodness, lady. Make you question on't?
The Nigger of the Narcissus
Meantime the Narcissus, with square yards, ran out of the fair monsoon. She drifted slowly, swinging round
and round the compass, through a few days of baffling light airs. Under the patter of short warm showers,
grumbling men whirled the heavy yards from side to sine; they caught hold of the soaked ropes with groans
and sighs, while their officers, sulky and dripping with rain water, unceasingly ordered them about in wearied
voices.
The Night-Born
The talk had led on from the Graft Prosecution and the latest signs that the town was to be run wide open, down through all the grotesque sordidness and rottenness of manhate and man-meanness, until the name of O'Brien was mentioned--O'Brien, the promising young pugilist who had been killed in the prize-ring the night before. At once the air had seemed to freshen.
The Nile Tributaries of Abyssinia
THE journey along the margin of the Atbara was similar to the entire route from Berber, a vast desert, with the narrow band of trees that marked the course of the river; the only change was the magical growth of the leaves, which burst hourly from the swollen buds of the mimosas: this could be accounted for by the sudden arrival of the river, as the water percolated rapidly through the sand and nourished the famishing roots. -- by Samuel W. Baker
The Ninescore Mystery and Other Tales
Lady Molly stories by Baroness Orczy, the author of The Scarlet Pimpernel.
The Ninety-Five Theses of Martin Luther
It is certain that when money clinks in the money chest, greed and avarice can be increased; but
when the church intercedes, the result is in the hands of God alone.
The Ninth Vibration and Other Stories
The air was dank and cold and presently obscene with the smell of bats, and alive with their wings, as they came sweeping about us, gibbering and squeaking. I thought of the rush of the ghosts, blown like dead leaves in the Odyssey. And then a small rock chamber branched off, and in this, lit by a bit of burning wood, we saw the bones of a holy man who lived and died there four hundred years ago.--by L. Adams Beck
THE NORTHDALE MYSTERY
The Shadow found a car waiting when he arrived there. His agents were in it; they had come back from the detour, bringing a prisoner with them. The fellow was Okey, and he was in a very battered condition. The agents explained that Okey had tried to speed across a temporary bridge on the detour, and that his car had crashed with it.
The Nurnberg Stove
It was very dark in the closed truck, which had only a little window above the door; and it was crowded, and had a strong smell in it from the Russian hides and the hams that were in it. But August was not frightened; he was close to Hirschvogel, and presently he meant to be closer still; for he meant to do nothing less than get inside Hirschvogel
The Oakdale Affair
From behind a low bush across the wide lawn a pair of eyes transferred to an alert brain these simple perceptions from which the brain deduced with Sherlockian accuracy and Raffleian purpose that the family of the president of The First National Bank of--Oh, let's call it Oakdale--was at dinner, that the servants were below stairs and the second floor deserted.
The Odyssey
Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit, and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save his own life and bring his men safely home; but do what he might he could not save his men,
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve
But that great queen, who more than half the night/Had paced from door to fire and fire to door./Though now in her old age, in her young age/She had been beautiful in that old way/That's all but gone; for the proud heart is gone,/And the fool heart of the counting-house fears all
The Old Bachelor
SIR JO. Um--Ay, this, this is the very damned place; the inhuman
cannibals, the bloody-minded villains, would have butchered me last
night. No doubt they would have flayed me alive, have sold my
skin, and devoured, etc.
The Old Curiosity Shop
Little Nell stood timidly by, with her eyes raised to the countenance of Mr Quilp as he read the letter, plainly showing by her looks that while she entertained some fear and distrust of the little man, she was much inclined to laugh at his uncouth appearance and grotesque attitude. And yet there was visible on the part of the child a painful anxiety for his reply, and consciousness of his power to render it disagreeable or distressing
The Old Law
ANTIGONA /To what end, sir? /The bell of this sharp edict tolls for me /
As it rings out for you. I'll be as ready, /With one hour's stay, to go along with you.
The Old Northwest: A Chronicle of the Ohio Valley and Beyond
With an ingenuity born of necessity, the French pathfinders and colonizers of the Old Northwest had
chosen for their settlements sites which would serve at once the purposes of the priest, the trader, and
the soldier; and with scarcely an exception these sites are as important today as when they were first
selected.--Frederic Austin Ogg
The Old Peabody Pew: A Christmas Romance of a Country Church
It was Saturday afternoon, the twenty-fourth of December, and the weary sisters of the Dorcas band
rose from their bruised knees and removed their little stores of carpet-tacks from their mouths. This
was a feminine custom of long standing, and as no village dressmaker had ever died of pins in the
digestive organs, so were no symptoms of carpet-tacks ever discovered in any Dorcas, living or dead.
The Ordeal of Richard Feverel
Ripton had resumed his seat by the table and his embrace of the claret. Clear ideas of
satisfaction had left him and resolved to a boiling geyser of indistinguishable transports. He
bubbled, and waggled, and nodded amicably to nothing, and successfully, though not without
effort, preserved his uppermost member from the seductions of the nymph, Gravitation, who
was on the look-out for his whole length shortly
The Oregon Trail
The reader need not be told that John Bull never leaves home without encumbering himself with the greatest possible load of luggage. Our companions were no exception to the rule. They had a wagon drawn by six mules and crammed with provisions for six months, besides ammunition enough for a regiment; spare rifles and fowling-pieces, ropes and harness; personal baggage
The Orestia - Choephori
Um, Mom, about what you did to dad...
The Orestia -- Agamemnon
Boy, you come home from a war and look what happens. OK, OK, so sacrificing the daughter was bad.
The Orestia -- Eumenides
Mine is the right to add the final vote/And I award it to Orestes' cause/For me no mother bore within her womb/And, save for wedlock evermore eschewed/I vouch myself the champion of the man
The Origin and Development of Psychoanalysis
Collection of six of Freud's lectures in the states.
The Origin and Nature of the Emotions
Pain, like other phenomena, was probably evolved for a particular purpose-- surely for the good of the individual; like fear and worry, it frequently is injurious. What then may be its purpose? --by George W. Crile
The Origin of Species by means of Natural Selection
From the most remote period in the history of the world organic beings have been found to resemble each other in descending degrees, so that they can be classed in groups under groups. This classification is not arbitrary like the grouping of the stars in constellations. The existence of groups would have been of simple significance, if one group had been exclusively fitted to inhabit the land, and another the water; one to feed on flesh, another on vegetable matter, and so on;
The Outlaw of Torn
HERE is a story that has lain dormant for seven hundred years. At first it was suppressed by one of the
Plantagenet kings of England. Later it was forgotten. I happened to dig it up by accident. The accident being the
relationship of my wife's cousin to a certain Father Superior in a very ancient monastery in Europe.
The Pagan's Cup
The two went round it carefully, but could find nothing for a long time likely to enlighten them as to
the cause of the robbery. Then in the lepers' window, a small opening at the side of the chancel,
Raston discovered that some of the stones had been chipped. "I believe the church was entered
through this window," said Raston, but the vicar was inclined to doubt. --by Fergus Hume
The Parasite
Charles Sadler must know something of this! His vague
words of warning take a meaning now. Oh, if I had only listened to him then, before I helped by these
repeated sittings to forge the links of the chain which binds me! But I will see him to-day.
The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh
And first, then, with regard to the city of Paris, it is to be remarked, that in that metropolis
flourish a greater number of native and exotic swindlers than are to be found in any other
European nursery. What young Englishman that visits it, but has not determined, in his heart, to
have a little share of the gayeties that go on--just for once, just to see what they are like?
The Parlor-Car
MISS GALBRAITH: "Oh, DEAR, how provoking! I suppose I must call the porter." She rises from her seat, but on attempting to move away she finds that the skirt of her polonaise has been caught in the falling window. She pulls at it, and then tries to lift the window again, but the cloth has wedged it in, and she cannot stir it. "Well, I certainly think this is beyond endurance! Porter! Ah,--Porter!
The Party and Other Stories
The Party, Terror, A Woman's Kingdom, A Problem, The Kiss, "Anna on the Neck," The Teacher of Literature, Not Wanted, Typhus, A Misfortune, A Trifle from Life
The Passing of the Frontier
When, in 1803, those two immortal youths, Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, were about to go forth on their great journey across the continent, they were admonished by Thomas Jefferson that they would in all likelihood encounter in their travels, living and stalking about, the mammoth or the mastodon, whose bones had been found in the great salt-licks of Kentucky. We smile now at such a supposition; yet it was not unreasonable then.-- by Emerson Hough
The Patchwork Girl of Oz
The Magician uttered such a wild cry that Ojo jumped away and the Patchwork Girl sprang after him and clasped her stuffed arms around him in terror. The Glass Cat snarled and hid under the table, and so it was that when the powerful Liquid of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only upon the wife of the Magician and the uncle of Ojo. With these two the charm worked promptly. They stood motionless and stiff as marble statues
The Path of Empire, A Chronicle of the United States as a World Power
During the half century that intervened between John Quincy Adams and James G. Blaine, the Monroe Doctrine, it was commonly believed, had prevented the expansion of the territories of European powers in the Americas. It had also relieved the United States both of the necessity of continual preparation for war and of that constant tension in which the perpetual shifting of the European balance of power held the nations of that continent. --by Carl Russell Fish
The Path of the King
Hmm, just read that this one's in volumes. I'll keep looking...
The Patrician
Eustace Cardoc, Viscount Miltoun, had lived a very lonely life, since he first began to understand the
peculiarities of existence. With the exception of Clifton, his grandmother's 'majordomo,' he made, as a small
child, no intimate friend. His nurses, governesses, tutors, by their own confession did not understand him,
finding that he took himself with unnecessary seriousness
The Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail
When on the return journey they arrived upon the plateau skirting the Piegan Reserve the sun's rays were falling in shafts of slanting light upon the rounded hilltops before them and touching with purple the great peaks behind them. The valleys were full of shadows, deep and blue. The broad plains that opened here and there between the rounded hills were still bathed in the mellow light of the westering sun.
The Pentateuch
The first five books of the Bible, chronicling the giving the of the law.
The People For Whom Shakespeare Wrote
The question is often asked, but I consider it an idle one, whether Shakespeare was appreciated in his own day as he is now. That the age, was unable to separate him from itself, and see his great stature, is probable; that it enjoyed him with a sympathy to which we are strangers there is no doubt.
The People of the Abyss
Nowhere in the streets of London may one escape the sight of abject poverty, while five minutes' walk from almost any point will bring one to a slum; but the region my hansom was now penetrating was one unending slum. The streets were filled with a new and different race of people, short of stature, and of wretched or beer-sodden appearance.
The People That Time Forgot
Caprona has always been considered a more or less mythical land, though it is vouched for by an eminent navigator of the eighteenth century; but Bowen's narrative made it seem very real, however many miles of trackless ocean lay between us and it. Yes, the narrative had us guessing. We were agreed that it was most improbable;
THE PERSIANS
The mighty Xerxes from Darius sprung,/
The stream of whose rich blood flows in our veins,/Leads against Greece; whether his arrowy shower/Shot from the strong-braced bow, or the huge spear/High brandish'd, in the deathful field prevails./
The Peterkin Papers
THEY were sitting round the breakfast-table, and wondering what they should do because the lady from Philadelphia had gone away. "If," said Mrs. Peterkin, "we could only be more wise as a family!" How could they manage it? Agamemnon had been to college, and the children all went to school; but still as a family they were not wise.--by Lucretia P. Hale
THE PHANTOM CITY
SUDDEN appearance of the hairy white savages told a story in itself. They had taken the Phantom City, capturing or slaying the inhabitants. This explained why no one had appeared upon the walls. The White Beasts had waited, and with an animal cunning had thought of the decoy trick.
The Phantom of the Opera
The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge.
The Philobiblon of Richard de Bury
Since the degree of affection a thing deserves depends upon the degree of its value, and the
previous chapter shows that the value of books is unspeakable, it is quite clear to the reader
what is the probable conclusion from this. I say probable, for in moral science we do not insist
upon demonstration
The Philosopher's Joke
Myself, I do not believe this story. Six persons are persuaded of its truth; and the hope of these six is to convince themselves it was an hallucination. Their difficulty is there are six of them. Each one alone perceives clearly that it never could have been. Unfortunately, they are close friends, and cannot get away from one another; and when they meet and look into each other's eyes the thing takes shape again.
THE PHOENISSAE
ANTIGONE
I see him, yes! but not distinctly; 'tis but the outline of his form the semblance of his stalwart limbs I see. Would I could speed through the sky, swift as a cloud before the wind, towards my own dear brother, and throw my arms about my darling's neck, so long, poor boy! an exile. How bright his golden weapons flash like the sun-god's morning rays!
The Phoenix
Of all deeds yet, this strikes the deepest wound /Into my apprehension. /
Reverend and honourable matrimony, /Mother of lawful sweets, unshamed mornings,/ Dangerless pleasures, thou that mak'st the bed /Both pleasant and legitimately fruitful:
The Phoenix and the Carpet
When you hear that the four children found themselves at Waterloo Station quite
un-taken-care-of, and with no one to meet them, it may make you think that their parents were
neither kind nor careful. But if you think this you will be wrong. The fact is, mother arranged
with Aunt Emma that she was to meet the children at Waterloo
The Pickwick Papers
'Mr. Pickwick observed (says the secretary) that fame was dear to the heart of
every man. Poetic fame was dear to the heart of his friend Snodgrass; the fame of
conquest was equally dear to his friend Tupman; and the desire of earning fame in
the sports of the field, the air, and the water was uppermost in the breast of his
friend Winkle.
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke
that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My dear
fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are!
The Pied Piper of Hamelin
But, when begins my ditty,/Almost five hundred years ago,/To see the townsfolk suffer so/From vermin, was a pity.
--by Robert Browning
The Pilgrim's Progress From This World To That Which Is To Come
Now I saw in my dream, that just as they had ended this talk they drew near to a very miry slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Despond. Here, therefore, they wallowed for a time, being grievously bedaubed with the dirt; and Christian, because of the burden that was on his back, began to sink in the mire.
The Pilgrims of Hope
It was twenty-five years ago that I lay in my mother's lap/New born to life, nor knowing one whit of all that should hap:/That day was I won from nothing to the world of struggle and pain,/Twenty-five years ago--and to-night am I born again.--by William Morris
The Pioneers
'Well, well!' cried the landlady, 'fighting is fighting anyway, and there is different fashions in the thing; though I can't say that I relish mangling a body after the breath is out of it; neither do I think it can be uphild by doctrine. I hope, sargeant, ye niver was helping in sich evil worrek.' 'It was my duty to keep my ranks, and to stand or fall by the baggonet or lead,' returned the veteran.
The Pirate of the Pacific
A toothless giant, great brass earrings banging against the corded muscles of his neck, grabbed Doc and sought to pluck him out of the largest and fastest launch. The pirate never was quite positive what then befell him. But he staggered back with both hands over a jaw that felt as though it had tried to chew a fistful of dynamite which exploded in the process.
The Pit-Prop Syndicate
Murder, Scotland Yard, bidness. What more could you want? By Freeman Wills Croft
The Pivot of Civilization
This book aims to be neither the first word on the tangled problems of human society to-day, nor the last. My aim has been to emphasize, by the use of concrete and challenging examples and neglected facts, the need of a new approach to individual and social problems. Its central challenge is that civilization, in any true sense of the word, is based upon the control and guidance of the great natural instinct of Sex.-- by Margaret Sanger
The Playboy of the Western World
He gave a drive with the scythe, and I gave a lep to the east. Then I turned around with my back to the north, and I hit a blow on the ridge of his skull, laid him stretched out, and he split to the knob of his gullet.
The Poems of Goethe
No one talks more than a Poet;/Fain he'd have the people know it.//Praise or blame he ever loves;/None in prose confess an error,/Yet we do so, void of terror,-- By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (close to complete collection)
THE POET AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE
The Master and I had been thinking for some time of trying to get the Young Astronomer round to our side of the table. There are many subjects on which both of us like to talk with him, and it would be convenient to have him nearer to us. How to manage it was not quite so clear as it might have been. The Scarabee wanted to sit with his back to the light, as it was in his present position.
The Poison Belt
Being an account of another adventure of Prof. George E. Challenger, Lord John Roxton, Prof. Summerlee, and
Mr. E. D. Malone, the discoverers of "The Lost World"
The Poisoned Pen
Hello! Yes, this is Professor Kennedy. I didn't catch the name oh, yes - President Blake of the Standard Burglary Insurance Company. What - really? The Branford pearls - stolen? Maid chloroformed? Yes, I'll take the case. You'll be up in half an hour? All right, I'll be here. Goodbye
THE POLAR TREASURE
"The dang submarine submerged while we were keeping watch on deck," Monk explained in his mild way. "We were washed off. We swam like polar bears. I'll bet we swam ten miles. Talk about cold We happened to have some of that chemical concoction I fixed up to keep a man warm, or we'd have frozen stiff. Anyway, we finally found an iceberg big enough to roost on."
THE POOLTEX TANGLE
Not that she didn't know what Milton's game was, or what was back of Wallace's five-thousand-dollar gift. She knew Milton was a crook and she didn't care. She was willing to help him. Cold-blooded women usually reacted that way to the charming manners of this good-looking playboy.
The Portrait
And then, with a superstition for which I never could give any reason even to myself, having removed the packings, we closed and locked the door, leaving the candles about the room, in their soft, strange illumination, lighting the first night of her return to her old place.
The Portrait of a Lady
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. There are circumstances in which, whether you partake of the tea or not- some people of course never do- the situation is in itself delightful. Those that I have in mind in beginning to unfold this simple history offered an admirable setting to an innocent pastime.
The Portygee
As a matter of fact he was not very hungry. Breakfast was always a more or less perfunctory meal with him. But he was surprised to see the variety of eatables upon that table. There were cookies there, and doughnuts, and even half an apple pie. Pie for breakfast! It had been a newspaper joke at which he had laughed many times. But it seemed not to be a joke here, rather a solemn reality. --by Joseph C. Lincoln
The Power House
I was just setting out for Scotland Yard this morning when Tomlin, the valet, rang me up and said he had found a card in the waistcoat of the dress clothes that Charles had worn the night before he left. It had a name on it like Konalevsky, and it struck me that they might know something about the business at the Russian Embassy. Well, I went round there
The Praise of Folly
By Desiderio Erasmus. Etext dedicated to the gang at concordance.com.
The Prelude or, Growth of a Poet's Mind
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much/Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace/The simple ways in which my childhood walked;/Those chiefly that first led me to the love/Of rivers, woods, and fields.--by William Wordsworth
The Prime Minister
'For myself,' said Lopez, 'I can conceive no vainer object of ambition than a seat in the British Parliament. What does any man gain by it? The few are successful work very hard for little pay and no thanks,--or nearly equally hard for no pay and as little thanks. The many who fail sit idly for hours, undergoing the weary task of listening to platitudes, and enjoy in return the now absolutely valueless privilege of having MP written on their letters.'
The Prince
Coming now to the other qualities mentioned above, I say that every prince ought to desire to be considered clement and not cruel. Nevertheless he ought to take care not to misuse this clemency. Cesare Borgia was considered cruel; notwithstanding, his cruelty reconciled the Romagna, unified it, and restored it to peace and loyalty.
The Prince
Coming now to the other qualities mentioned above, I say that every prince ought to desire to be considered clement and not cruel. Nevertheless he ought to take care not to misuse this clemency. Cesare Borgia was considered cruel; notwithstanding, his cruelty reconciled the Romagna, unified it, and restored it to peace and loyalty.
The Prince and the Pauper
From Sammy Clemens.
The Princess
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,/Of temper amorous, as the first of May,/With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,/For on my cradle shone the Northern star -- By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Prisoner of Zenda
Whether I had slept a minute or a year I knew not. I awoke with a start and a shiver; my face, hair and clothes dripped water, and opposite me stood old Sapt, a sneering smile on his face and an empty bucket in his hand. On the table by him sat Fritz von Tarlenheim, pale as a ghost and black as a crow under the eyes.
The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
I am busy with the hawkweeds; that is to say, I am learning to distinguish and to name as many as I can. For scientific
classification I have little mind; it does not happen to fall in with my habits of thought; but I like to be able to give its name (the
"trivial" by choice) to every flower I meet in my walks. Why should I be content to say, "Oh, it's a hawkweed"?--by George Gissing
The Problems of Philosophy
IN this chapter we have to ask ourselves whether, in any sense at all, there is such a thing as matter. Is there a table which has a certain intrinsic nature, and continues to exist when I am not looking, or is the table merely a product of my imagination, a dream-table in a very prolonged dream? This question is of the greatest importance. --by Bertrand Russell
The Professor
No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and
every man, worthy of the name, will row long against wind and tide before he allows himself to
cry out, "I am baffled!" and submits to be floated passively back to land. From the first week of
my residence in X---- I felt my occupation irksome.--by Charlotte Bronte
The Professor's House
The moving was over and done. Professor St. Peter was alone in the dismantled house where he had lived
ever since his marriage, where he had worked out his career and brought up his two daughters. It was
almost as ugly as it is possible for a house to be; square, three stories in height, painted the colour of ashes
-- the front porch just too narrow for comfort, with a slanting floor and sagging steps.
The Profits of Religion
And how is it in our national capital, the palladium of our liberties? As a means of demonstrating the power of the church and the subservience of our politicians, the Catholics have invented what they call the "Cardinal's Day Mass": An elaborate procession of high ecclesiastics, dressed in gorgeous robes and jewels, through the streets of Washington, accompanied by a small army of policemen, paid by non-Catholic taxpayers (OK, maybe non-fiction).
The Prophet of Berkeley Square
By Robert Smythe Hitchens. The great telescope of the Prophet was carefully adjusted upon its lofty, brass-bound stand in the bow window of Number One Thousand Berkeley Square. It pointed towards the remarkably bright stars which twinkled in the December sky over frosty London, those guardian stars which always seemed to the Prophet to watch with peculiar solicitude over the most respectable neighbourhood in which he resided.
THE PROVINCIAL LETTERS
"You always fly from the one extreme to the other," replied the monk: "prithee avoid that habit. For, just to show you that we are far from permitting everything, let me tell you that we never suffer such a thing as a formal intention to sin, with the sole design of sinning; and if any person whatever should persist in having no other end but evil in the evil that he does, we break with him at once: such conduct is diabolical.--by Blaise Pascal
The Pupil
The poor young man hesitated and procrastinated: it cost him such an effort to broach the subject of terms, to
speak of money to a person who spoke only of feelings and, as it were, of the aristocracy.
The Puppet Crown
While the absent-minded hunter strode down toward the lower town, and Maurice sipped his cognac, the king lay in his bed in the palace and aimlessly fingered the counterpane. There was now no beauty in his face. It was furrowed and pale, and an endless fever burned in the sunken eyes--eyes like coals, which suddenly flare before they turn to ash. --by Harold MacGrath
The Purcell Papers Vol. 1
Collection of ghastly tales, as recorded by a parish priest in southern Ireland. Includes THE LAST HEIR OF CASTLE CONNOR.
The Purcell Papers Vol. 2
Second group in the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P. P. of Drumcoolagh. Includes STRANGE EVENT IN THE LIFE OF SCHALKEN THE PAINTER.
The Purcell Papers Vol. 3
Short story/novella collection continued, includes Billy Malowney's Taste of Love and Glory/
The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street
MOLL /Not marry? Forswear marriage? Why, all women know 'tis as honourable a thing as to lie with a man, and I, to spite my sister's vow the more, have entertained a suitor already, a fine gallant knight of the last feather. He says he will coach me too, and well appoint me, allow me money to dice withal, and many such pleasing protestations he sticks upon my lips.
The Pursuit of the House-Boat
Sequel to House-Boat on the Styx, by John Kendrick Bangs.
THE PYTHON
While The Shadow's agents watched below, Duronne was still in the smoking room. Sallow and quick-eyed, he was tugging at the pointed ends of a dark mustache while he played a two-handed pinochle game with a bulky, dull-faced passenger. The poker game had ended. Duronne had apparently picked up an acquaintance with this lone passenger.
The Quaker Colonies
The framing of the constitution and other preparations consumed the year following Penn's receipt of his charter in 1681. But at last, on August 30, 1682, he set sail in the ship Welcome, with about a hundred colonists. After a voyage of about six weeks, and the loss of thirty of their number by smallpox, they arrived in the Delaware.--by Sydney G. Fisher
The Queen of Hearts
At the last word his voice rose, and he grew restless on a sudden. I saw him shudder on the straw; his withered face became distorted, and he threw up both his hands with a quick hysterical gasp. They struck against the bottom of the manger under which he lay, and the blow awakened him. I had just time to slip through the door and close it before his eyes were fairly open, and his senses his own again.
The Querist
As the sum of human happiness is supposed to consist in the goods of mind, body, and fortune, I would fain make my studies of some use to mankind with regard to each of these three particulars, and hope it will not be thought faulty or indecent in any man, of what profession soever, to offer his mite towards improving the manners, health, and prosperity of his fellow-creatures. --by George Berkeley
The Quest of the Sacred Slipper
"The most mysterious case I have ever had anything to do with, sir," he said.
The power of speech seemed to desert me. It was unthinkable that Deeping, with whom I had been speaking less than an hour ago, should now be no more; that some malign agency should thus murderously have thrust him into the great borderland.
THE RADIUM MURDERS
Jadway had guessed this morning that something was wrong, when Rune did not answer his telephone call. He had probably not supposed that Rune was dead. Jadway's logical reaction was to think that Rune had gained suspicion of a swindle scheme, and was dodging it. On that account, Jadway had shied away from trouble.
The Railroad Builders: A Chronicle of the Welding of the States
the president of a small cross-country road approached him one day and requested an exchange of annual passes./
"Why, my dear sir," exclaimed the Commodore, "my railroad is more than three hundred miles long, while yours is only seventeen miles."/"That may all be so," replied the other, "but my railroad is just as wide as yours."--by John Moody
The Railway Children
After the adventure of Peter's Coal-mine, it seemed well to the children to keep away from the
station--but they did not, they could not, keep away from the railway. They had lived all their
lives in a street where cabs and omnibuses rumbled by at all hours, and the carts of butchers
and bakers and candlestick makers (I never saw a candlestick-maker's cart; did you?)
The Ranch at the Wolverine
JASE did not move or give his customary, querulous grunt when Marthy nudged him at daylight, one morning in mid-April. Marthy gave another poke with her elbow and lay still, numbed by a sudden dread. She moved cautiously out of the bed and half across the cramped room before she turned her head toward him.
The Re-Creation of Brian Kent
Then followed several days and nights of weary watching. There were times when the man lay with closed eyes, so weak and exhausted that he seemed to be drifting out from these earthly shores on the deep waters of that wide and unknown sea into which all the streams of life finally flow. But, always, Auntie Sue miraculously held him back. --by Harold Bell Wright
The Real Thing and Other Tales
I could fancy the "sort of thing" they put on the presentation-copies of their photographs, and I was sure they
wrote a beautiful hand. It was odd how quickly I was sure of everything that concerned them. If they were now
so poor as to have to earn shillings and pence, they never had had much of a margin.
The Recollections of Geoffry Hamlyn
The others all went home and grew
warlike, arming them- selves against the threatened danger; but still weeks, nay months, rolled
on, and winter was turning into spring, and yet the country side remained so profoundly tranquil
that every one began to believe that the con- victs must after all have been drowned, and that
the boat found by sagacious Blockstrop had been capsized and thrown bottom upwards--by Henry Kingsley
The Recruit
Thus Madame de Dey, noble, rich, and the mother of an emigre, could not be unaware of the dangers of
her cruel situation. Having no other desire than to preserve a fortune for her son, she renounced the
happiness of emigrating with him; and when she read the vigorous laws by virtue of which the Republic
daily confiscated the property of emigres, she congratulated herself on that act of courage
The Red Badge of Courage
One of the two or three most popular books on this site, at least during shool year.
THE RED BLOT
A moving patch of blackness passed along the sidewalk beneath the glare of a street lamp. It was one of the many shadows that had crossed that spot during the evening. But in one respect, this moving splotch differed from all others. There was no sign of the person who cast it.
The Red Cross Girl and Other Stories
Introduction, The Red Cross, Girl, The Grand Cross Of The Crescent, The Invasion Of England, Blood Will Tell, The Sailorman, The Mind Reader, The Naked Man, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, The Card-Sharp
The Red Fairy Book
ONCE upon a time there lived a man whose one wish and prayer was to get rich. Day and night he thought of
nothing else, and at last his prayers were granted, and he became very wealthy. Now being so rich, and
having so much to lose, he felt that it would be a terrible thing to die and leave all his possessions behind;
so he made up his mind to set out in search of a land where there was no death.
The Red House
"But I did, you see," said Chloe. "I taught it--little odd minutes when you were carrying
buckets and sticking up damp books on their poor tails, so that you shouldn't notice what I was
doing. Isn't it a clever ghost? Aren't I a good teacher?"
The Red House Mystery
"Something's happened," said Cayley. He was breathing quickly. "I heard a shot-it sounded like a shot - I
was in the library. A loud bang - I didn't know what it was. And the door's locked." He rattled the handle
again, and shook it. "Open the door!" he cried. "I say, Mark, what is it? Open the door!" -- By A.A. Milne
The Red Inn
When I had long examined that puzzling face I began
to reflect about it. "Is he ill?" I said to myself. "Has he drunk too much wine? Is he ruined by a drop in
the Funds? Is he thinking how to cheat his creditors?"
The Red Man's Continent: A Chronicle of Aboriginal America
In the northern continent aboriginal America reached its highest development in three typical environments. The first of these regions centered in the valley of Mexico where dwelt the Aztecs, but it extended as far north as the Pueblos in Arizona and New Mexico. The special feature of the environment was the relatively dry, warm climate with the chief rainfall in summer. --by Ellsworth Huntington
The Red One
THERE are some stories that have to be true - the sort that cannot be fabricated by a ready fiction-reckoner. And by the same token there are some men with stories to tell who cannot be doubted. Such a man was Julian Jones. Although I doubt if the average reader of this will believe the story Julian Jones told me. Nevertheless I believe it.
The Redheaded Outfield and Other Baseball Stories
Red Gilbat was nutty--and his batting average was .371. Any student of baseball could weigh these two facts
against each other and understand something of Delaney's trouble. It was not possible to camp on Red Gilbat's
trail. The man was a jack-o'-lantern, a will-o'-the-wisp, a weird, long- legged, long-armed, red-haired illusive
phantom.
The Reef
Sitting opposite, in the compartment from which he had contrived to have other travellers excluded, Darrow
looked at her curiously. He had never seen a face that changed so quickly. A moment since it had danced like
a field of daisies in a summer breeze; now, under the pallid oscillating light of the lamp overhead, it wore the
hard stamp of experience, as of a soft thing chilled into shape before its curves had rounded
The Register
RANSOM: "Then something happened that made me glad, for twenty-four hours at least, that I hadn't spoken. She sent me the money for twenty-five lessons. Imagine how I felt, Grinnidge! What could I suppose but that she had been quietly biding her time, and storing up her resentment for my having told her she couldn't learn to paint, till she could pay me back with interest in one supreme insult?"
The Religion of the Samurai
3. Buddha is Unnamable.--Give a definite name to Deity, He would be no more than what the name implies. The Deity
under the name of Brahman necessarily differs from the Being under the appellation of Jehovah, just as the Hindu
differs from the Jew. In like manner the Being designated by God necessarily differs from One named Amitabha or from
Him entitled Allah.
The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry
The history of the Renaissance ends in France, and carries us away from Italy to the beautiful cities of the country of the Loire. But it was in France also, in a very important sense, that the Renaissance had begun; and French writers, who are so fond of connecting the creations of Italian genius with a French origin, who tell us how Francis of Assisi took not his name only -- by Walter Pater
The Republic
I had always admired the genius of Glaucon and Adeimantus, but on hearing these words I was quite delighted, and said: Sons of an illustrious father, that was not a bad beginning of the Elegiac verses which the admirer of Glaucon made in honour of you after you had distinguished yourselves at the battle of Megara:--
The Research Magnificent
It was a little after sunrise one bright morning in September that Benham came up on to the deck of the sturdy Austrian steamboat that was churning its way with a sedulous deliberation from Spalato to Cattaro, and lit himself a cigarette and seated himself upon a deck chair. Save for a yawning Greek sailor busy with a mop the first-class deck was empty.
The Return
And though every nerve
revolted at the thought, she was finally convinced, unwillingly even, but assuredly, that her husband
was here. He seemed to haunt, like a ghostly emanation, this strange, detestable face--as memory
supplies the features concealed beneath a mask. The face was still and stony--by Walter de la Mare
The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu
I suppose the presence of Eltham and the irritating recollection of his half-confidence were the responsible factors, but my mind persistently dwelt upon the subject of Fu-Manchu and the atrocities which he had committed during his sojourn in England. So actively was my imagination at work that I felt again the menace which so long had hung over me;
The Return of Sherlock Holmes
T was in the year '95 that a combination of events, into which I need not enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes
and myself to spend some weeks in one of our great University towns, and it was during this time that the
small but instructive adventure which I am about to relate befell us.
The Return of Tarzan
It was not until late the following afternoon that Tarzan saw anything more of the fellow passengers into the midst of whose affairs his love of fair play had thrust him. And then he came most unexpectedly upon Rokoff and Paulvitch at a moment when of all others the two might least appreciate his company.
The Return of the Native
Along the road walked an old man. He was white-headed as a mountain, bowed in the shoulders, and faded in general aspect. He wore a glazed hat, an ancient boat-cloak, and shoes; his brass buttons bearing an anchor upon their face. In his hand was a silver-headed walking stick, which he used as a veritable third leg, perseveringly dotting the ground with its point at every few inches' interval.
The Revenger's Tragedy
VINDICI /And therefore I'll put on that knave for once, /And be a right man then, a man a' th' time, /For to be honest is not to be i' th' world. /Brother, I'll be that strange-composed fellow.
The Revolt of Man
THE FIRST days were spent in drill, in exhortation, in feasting, and in singing. Grace Ingleby fitted
new words to old tunes, and the men sang them marching across the park. A detachment of
keepers was placed at the gates to receive new recruits, and to keep out the women who crowded
round them all day long--some laughing, some crying, some threatening. --by Walter Besant
The Revolt of Mother and Other Stories
And what do you do, with a revolution?
The Revolt of the Angels
"God, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot; I love the Hell which formed my genius. I love the Earth where I have done some good, if it be possible to do any good in this fearful world where beings live but by rapine. Now, thanks to us, the god of old is dispossessed of his terrestrial empire, and every thinking being on this globe disdains him or knows him not.
The Rhythm of Life
Nevertheless, before it is too late, let me assert that though nature is not always clearly and obviously made to man's measure, he is yet the unit by which she is measurable. The proportion may be far to seek at times, but the proportion is there.
THE RIBBON CLUES
Even though he had been unable to learn the nature of the spoils that had been taken from Ralgood's; though he had no actual proof that any object had been removed, The Shadow had learned enough to know that he was dealing with a man who would stop at no crime. The Shadow's task was to trail a supercrook whose schemes held depth.
THE RIDDLE OF THE RANGOON RUBY
As Burbank recited the names, the long-fingered hand wrote them deftly, swiftly on the pad. This black-walled room was the secret sanctum of The Shadow, master of darkness, who used reports that came through Burbank to plan campaigns against coming crimes. When Burbank finished, The Shadow again responded:
The Riddle of the Rhine
The production of a protective appliance, the gas mask, was vital. This development will be considered later. Allied chemical warfare organisations arose, to become an important factor in the later stages of the war. The history of Allied gas organisation is one of the gradual recognition that chemical warfare represented a new weapon with new possibilities, new specific uses, and new requirements from the rear. --by VICTOR LEFEBURE
The Rifle and The Hound in Ceylon
There is one thing necessary to the enjoyment of sport in Ceylon, and without which no amount of game can afford thorough pleasure; this is personal comfort. Unlike a temperate climate, where mere attendance becomes a luxury, the pursuit of game in a tropical country is attended with immense fatigue and exhaustion. --by Samuel White Baker
The Rise of Roscoe Paine
"I suppose he didn't think of it. He is a big man in New York and he has been accustomed to having
people come at his convenience. It's his way of doing things, I suppose." --by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
The Rise of Silas Lapham
Brought up by nothing but hisself.
The Riverman
At once pandemonium broke loose. The rivermen of Orde's party fairly shouted with joy over the unexpected trick; the employees of the resort whispered apart; the gambler explained, low-voiced and angry, his reasons for not putting up a fight for so rich a stake.
The Road to Oz
A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the
middle of the lonely road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet twinkling in sprightly fashion. She
was clad in flowing, fluffy robes of soft material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was colored
in soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and white, mingled together most harmoniously in stripes
THE ROAR DEVIL
"A very remarkable man whose career is getting others out of jams," he said. "That description suggests a name. But if it is the same fellow I am thinking of, what makes you think he will come up here. That man is big time. He makes kingdoms and things like that. I've read about him in the newspapers."
The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse
MOLL /[Aside] Oh, here's my gentleman: if they would keep their days as well with their mercers as their hours with their harlots, no bankrout would give seven score pound for a sergeant's place, for would you know a catchpole rightly deriv'd, the corruption of a citizen is the generation of a sergeant! How his eye hawks for venery!--Come, are you ready, sir?
THE ROBOT MASTER
Entering the foundry, Thronzo battered flasks and molds into chunks, then smashed a cupola that promptly delivered molten metal, which splashed over the floor in huge puddles. By this time, a dozen workers were chasing the robot with great steel rods. But when the monster turned on them, they fled.
The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid
A fine-framed dark-mustachioed gentleman, in dressing-gown and slippers, was sitting there in the damp without a hat on. With one hand he was tightly grasping his forehead, the other hung over his knee. The attitude bespoke with sufficient clearness a mental condition of anguish. He was quite a different being from any of the men to whom her eyes were accustomed. She had never seen mustachios before, for they were not worn by civilians in Lower Wessex at this date.
The Romany Rye
George Borrow and travelling people in Ireland.
The Rose
Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks,/And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,/First as a raven on whose ancient wings/Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed/A weasel moving on from stone to stone,/And now at last you wear a human shape,/A thin grey man half lost in gathering night.
The Rover
By that time the Amelia had been towed half a mile or so away from Cape Esterel. This change had brought
her nearer to the two watchers on the hillside, who would have been plainly visible to the people on her deck,
but for the head of the pine which concealed their movements. Lieutenant Real, bestriding the rugged trunk
as high as he could get,
The Rover Boys In Business
"Saved a fellow from drowning, eh?" he queried, after the lads had explained matters. "Got him out in your auto? All right, bring him right in if you want to--or wait, I'll go out and take a look at him. Maybe I know who he is and where he belongs." And thus speaking, the doctor went outside.
The Rover; or, The Banish'd Cavaliers
'Tis true, I was never a Lover yet -- but I begin to have a shreud Guess, what 'tis to be so, and fancy it very pretty
to sigh, and sing, and blush and wish, and dream and wish, and long and wish to see the Man; and when I
do, look pale and tremble; just as you did when my Brother brought home the fine English Colonel to see you
-- what do you call him? Don Belvile.
The Royal Book of Oz
The moon shone brightly, but everyone in the Emerald City was fast asleep! Through the deserted streets hurried the Scarecrow. For the first time since his discovery by little Dorothy, he was really unhappy. Living as he did in a Fairyland, he had taken many things for granted and had rather prided himself on his unusual appearance.-- actually, by Ruth Plumly Thompson
THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT.
And yet He has made dark things/To be glad and merry as light./There's a little dark bird sits and sings;/There's a dark stream ripples out of sight;/And the dark frogs chant in the safe morass,/And the sweetest stars are made to pass/O'er the face of the darkest night./
The Saga of Grettir the Strong
Grettir went out with his companions to visit them.
On their meeting Grettir found Bjorn amongst the company and said: "It is well that we
meet here, for now we can continue our former quarrel. I should like to try which of us is
the better man."
THE SALAMANDERS
As the taxi rolled away, The Shadow ascended the steps. He was carrying a suitcase; he placed it beside the door. Turning half toward the street, he removed a pair of gloves and began to reach in his pockets as if searching for a key.
THE SARGASSO OGRE
Long Tom's grin gave the lie to his complaint. There was nothing Long Tom -- or Doc's other four aids, for that matter -- liked better than the excitement that came out of their association with Doc. They took to danger like bees to honey. And there was always danger around Doc, it seemed. That, together with the pleasure of associating with one of the most remarkable of living men, was the attraction which drew them to the man of bronze.
The Scarecrow of Oz
Cap'n Bill and Trot rode very comfortably in the sunbonnet. The motion was quite steady, for they weighed so little that the Ork flew without effort. Yet they were both somewhat nervous about their future fate and could not help wishing they were safe on land and their natural size again.
The Scarlet Letter
A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.
The Scarlet Pimpernel
During the greater part of the day the guillotine had been kept busy at its ghastly work: all that France had
boasted of in the past centuries, of ancient names, and blue blood, had paid toll to her desire for liberty and
for fraternity. The carnage had only ceased at this late hour of the day because there were other more
interesting sights for the people to witness, a little while before the final closing of the barricades for the
night.
The School For Scandal
SIR BENJAMIN. Nay now--you are severe upon the widow--come--come,
it isn't that she paints so ill--but when she has finished her Face
she joins it on so badly to her Neck, that she looks like a mended
Statue, in which the Connoisseur sees at once that the Head's modern
tho' the Trunk's antique----by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
The Schoolmaster and Other Stories
The Schoolmaster, Enemies, The Examining Magistrate, Betrothed, From the Diary of a Violent-Tempered Man, In the Dark, A Play, A Mystery, Strong Impressions, Drunk, The Marshal's Widow,
A Bad Business, In the Court, Boots,
Joy, Ladies, A Peculiar Man, At the Barber's, An Inadvertence, The Album, Oh! the Public!, A Tripping Tongue, Overdoing It, The Orator, Malingerers, In the Graveyard, Hush!, In an Hotel, In a Strange Land
The Schoolmistress and Other Stores
I'll skip the list here. This one includes "The Bet."
The Scouts of the Valley
Henry awoke only once, and that was about half way between midnight and morning, when his senses,
never still entirely, even in sleep, warned him that something was at the door. He rose cautiously upon
his arm, saw a dark muzzle at the crevice, and behind it a pair of yellow, gleaming eyes. He knew at
once that it was a panther, probably living in the swamp and drawn by the food. --by Joseph A. Altsheler
The Sea-Hawk
The parson had notions of riding after Sir Oliver, and begged Master Baine to join him. But the Justice looked down his long nose and opined that no good purpose was to be served; that Tressilians were ever wild and bloody men; and that an angry Tressilian was a thing to be avoided. Sir Andrew, who was far from valorous, thought there might be wisdom in the Justice's words
The Sea-Wolf
My reason dictated that the beating Thomas Mugridge had received was an ill thing,
and yet for the life of me I could not prevent my soul joying in it. And even while I was oppressed by
the enormity of my sin, - for sin it was, - I chuckled with an insane delight. I was no longer
Humphrey Van Weyden.
The Search Party
Her experience
of the people of Clonmore went far beyond her worst expectations. She made up her mind that Dr.
O'Grady had been murdered; that everybody in the place knew the fact; and that, either through fear
or an innate fondness for crime, no one would help to bring the murderers to justice. --by George Birmingham
The Second Jungle Book
"For this reason," the Lone Wolf answered: "when that yellow chief's hide was hung up on the rock, I went back along our trail to the village, stepping in my tracks, turning aside, and lying down, to make a mixed trail in case one should follow us. But when I had fouled the trail so that I myself hardly knew it again, Mang, the Bat, came hawking between the trees, and hung up above me.
The Second Maiden's Tragedy
HELVETIUS /
Think? You come too late /If you seek there for me. I know't and see't. /I'll sooner give my blessing to a drunkard, /
Whom the ridiculous power of wine makes humble /As foolish use makes thee. Base-spirited girl, /That canst not think above disgrace and beggary
The Second Thoughts of An Idle Fellow
Do not blame me, Ladies, the fault lies with you. Every right-thinking man is an universal lover; how could it be otherwise? You are so diverse, yet each so charming of your kind; and a man's heart is large. You have no idea, fair Reader, how large a man's heart is: that is his trouble--sometimes yours.
The Secret Adversary
The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocked the Dover Street Tube exit in doing so. The adjective "old" was misleading. Their united ages would certainly not have totalled forty-five.
The Secret Agent
To alert the world and draw attention the cause, he must destroy: the observatory.
The Secret Chamber
The story went, that somewhere
hid amid the massive walls and tortuous passages there was a secret chamber in Gowrie Castle.
Everybody knew of its existence; but save the earl, his heir, and one other person, not of the family, but
filling a confidential post in their service, no mortal knew where this mysterious hiding-place was.
The Secret Garden
At first each day which passed by for Mary Lennox was exactly like the others. Every morning she awoke in her
tapestried room and found Martha kneeling upon the hearth building her fire; every morning she ate her
breakfast in the nursery which had nothing amusing in it; and after each breakfast she gazed out of the
window across to the huge moor which seemed to spread out on all sides and climb up to the sky,
The Secret History
So Justinian and Theodora ascended the imperial throne three days before Easter, a time, indeed, when even
making visits or greeting one's friends is forbidden. And not many days later Justin died of an illness, after a
reign of nine years. Justinian was now sole monarch, together, of course, with Theodora. -- by Procopius of Caesarea
THE SECRET IN THE SKY
A stepladder evidently led up to the hatch. He climbed it, being careful that the ladder did not squeak. At the top, he explored with his fingers, but felt only the smooth, rounded, obsidian chillness of the hull. The hatch was there, its outlines barely traceable. But it was fastened, and there seemed to be no lock visible.
The Secret of the Night
The mysterious hand held a phial and poured the entire contents into the potion. Then the hand withdrew as it had come, slowly, prudently, slyly, and the key turned in the lock and the bolt slipped back into place.
The Secret of the Ninth Planet
The sky was cloudless as usual. Burl assumed that the dimness was due to volcanic dust, or
some unseen high cloud far away. And, indeed, as the expedition came to life, and the day began
in earnest, nobody paid any attention to the fact that the Sun was not quite so warm as it
should have been. -- by Donald A. Wollheim
The Secret Places of the Heart
The patient left the house with much more self possession than he had shown when entering it. Dr. Martineau had thrust him back from his intenser prepossessions to a more generalized view of himself, had made his troubles objective and detached him from them. He could even find something amusing now in his situation.
The Secret Power: A Romance of the Time
`I'll be Master of the world' gave him an unpleasant thrill. One man on
the planet with power to destroy nations seemed quite a fantastic idea--yet science made it actually
possible! He bethought himself of a book he had lately read concerning radio-activity, in which he had
been struck by the following passage--`Radio-activity is an explosion of great violence;-- by Marie Corelli
The Secret Sharer
while I lingered yet, my hand resting lightly on my ship's rail as if on the shoulder of a trusted friend. But, with all that multitude of celestial bodies staring down at one, the comfort of quiet communion with her was gone for good.
The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan
D'Arthez allowed love to enter his heart after the manner of my Uncle Toby, without making the slightest resistance; he proceeded by adoration without criticism, and by exclusive admiration. The princess, that noble creature, one of the most remarkable creations of our monstrous Paris, where all things are possible, good as well as evil, became--whatever vulgarity the course of time may have given to the expression--the angel of his dreams.
The Sequel of Appomattox, A Chronicle of the Reunion of the States
The Southern States reconstructed by Congress were subject for periods of varying length to
governments designed by radical Northerners and imposed by elements thrown to the surface in
the upheaval of Southern society. Georgia, Virginia, and North Carolina each had a brief experience
with these governments; other States escaped after four or five years-- by Walter Lynwood Fleming
THE SEVEN DROPS OF BLOOD
The Shadow had passed the detective at the side door. Joe Cardona was between The Shadow and the platform. Nevertheless, The Shadow let his briefcase slide to the floor behind the detective. In the calm fashion of Cranston, he raised his hands. A machine gun was pointed in his direction. The Shadow did not care to be the person who might start a quick-triggered gunner on a campaign of slaughter.
The Seven Poor Travellers
In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine, a relative of mine came limping down, on foot, to this town of Chatham. I call it this town, because if anybody present knows to a nicety where Rochester ends and Chatham begins, it is more than I do. He was a poor traveller, with not a farthing in his pocket.
THE SHADOW MEETS THE MASK
Last night, according to the newspapers, a masked criminal had murdered a promoter named Cedric Malvin and snatched fifty thousand dollars from his desk, accomplishing the daring robbery right under the noses of Commissioner Weston and Inspector Cardona. This murderer, termed the "Mask," had not yet been identified.
THE SHADOW UNMASKS
"My hunch is that the big-shot is the fellow who sold the jewels to Silsam. They're the same gems that were stolen three times before, because the big-shot has been selling them over and over. Shark's job is to bring them back to him -"
THE SHADOW'S RIVAL
Pug had called for Blackey. Instead, he was confronted by blackness. Not ordinary, lifeless gloom, but blackness that materialized into a living form. From the coal bin emerged a shape that swung solidly into the light. Before a snarl could come from Pug's soured lips, the crook was squinting at a cloaked foeman whose very presence shook Pug's nerve.
The Shadowy Waters
Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay/Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,/Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds/And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,/And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made/Of opal and ruhy and pale chrysolite/Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,/
The Shape of Fear and Other Ghostly Tales
It was strange that at sight of a thing so unspeakably fair, a coldness like that which comes from the
jewel-blue lips of a Muir crevasse should have fallen upon Dodson, or that it was only by summoning all
the manhood that was left in him, that he was able to restore light to the room, and to rush to his friend.
When he reached poor Tim he was stone-still with paralysis. -- By Elia W. Peattie
The Shepherd of the Hills
By his dress, the man was from the world beyond the ridges, and his carefully tailored clothing looked strangely out of place in the mountain wilderness. His form stooped a little in the shoulders, perhaps with weariness, but he carried himself with the unconscious air of one long used to a position of conspicuous power and influence -- by Harold Bell Wright
The Shuttle
No man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore, that it was held and
guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone saw the meaning of the web it wove, the might of it, and its place in
the making of a world's history. Men thought but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other names and
lighter ones
The Sign of Four
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel- piece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat
morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left
shirtcuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and
scarred with innumerable puncture-marks.
The Silent Bullet
First of the Professor Kennedy Mysteries, and first novel by Reeve.
The Silent Places
Sam shook his head. Dick insisted. He even threatened force. But then the woodsman roused his old-time spirit and fairly heat the young man into submission by the vehemence of his anger. The effort left him exhausted. He sank back into himself, and refused, in the apathy of weariness, to give any explanation.
The Silent Sea
Her father had a sort of constitutional
aversion to young men, due, doubtless, to the long years in which he considered his talents had
been wasted in abortive efforts to sharpen wits that, in most cases, it had pleased Providence
to make very dull. --by Catherine Martin
THE SILVER SCOURGE
Upon a finger of the left hand rested a sparkling gem. A stone of many hues, its deep-tinted colors changing from deep crimson to sparkling azure, this jewel betokened mystery. Connoisseurs who had seen that gem had pronounced it as an unmatched girasol, the finest fire opal in all the world.
The Silverado Squatters
The proprietor was a brave old white-faced Swede. He had wandered this way, Heaven knows how,
and taken up his acres - I forget how many years ago - all alone, bent double with sciatica, and
with six bits in his pocket and an axe upon his shoulder. Long, useless years of seafaring had thus
discharged him at the end, penniless and sick.
The Six Enneads
But does not Likeness by way of Virtue imply Likeness to some being that has Virtue? To what
Divine Being, then, would our Likeness be? To the Being- must we not think?- in Which, above all,
such excellence seems to inhere, that is to the Soul of the Kosmos and to the Principle ruling
within it, the Principle endowed with a wisdom most wonderful. What could be more fitting than
that we, living in this world, should become Like to its ruler?--by Plotinus
The Sketch-Book Of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.
Short stories by Washington Irving, includes Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Winkle.
The Sky Pilot
One is never so enthusiastic in the early morning, when the emotions are calmest and the nerves at their steadiest. But I was determined to try to have the baseball match postponed. There could be no difficulty. One day was as much of a holiday as another to these easy-going fellows. But The Duke, when I suggested a change in the day, simply raised his eyebrows an eighth of an inch and said:
The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land
Slowly the youth began to move his arms up to the horizontal, then to the perpendicular, reaching to the utmost of his height upon his toe tips, breathing deep the while. Smoothly, slowly, the muscles in legs and thighs, in back, in abdomen, in chest, responding to the exercise moved under the lustrous skin as if themselves were living things. Over and over again the action was repeated
The Slave of the Lamp
In a vague manner he had connected the Jesuit party with the disturbances in Paris and the
importation of the English rifles wherewith the crowd had been armed. The gay capital was at that
time in the hands of the most "Provisional" and uncertain Government imaginable, and the home
politics of France were completely disorganised. It was just the moment for the Church party to
attempt a retrieval of their lost power. --by HENRY SETON MERRIMAN
THE SLAVERY OF OUR TIMES
So now with the theory that an economic evolution is progressing, guided by inevitable laws, in consequence of which some people must collect capital, and others must labor all their lives to increase those capitals, preparing themselves meanwhile for the promised communization of the means of production; this theory, causing some people to be yet more cruel to others, also begins (especially among common people not stupefied by science) to evoke certain doubts.
The Sleuth of St. James Street
"It is the inspirational quality in these cases" he said, "that impresses me. It is very nearly absent in our modern methods of
criminal investigation. We depend now on a certain formal routine. I rarely find a man in the whole of Scotland Yard with a
trace of intuitive impulse to lead him . . . . Observe how this old justice in Virginia bridged the gaps between his incidents." --by Melville Davisson Post
The Smalcald Articles
This hereditary sin is so deep and [horrible] a corruption of nature that no reason can understand it, but it must be [learned and] believed from the revelation of Scriptures, Ps. 51, 5; Rom. 6, 12 ff.; Ex. 33, 3; Gen. 3, 7 ff. Hence, it is nothing but error and blindness in regard to this article what the scholastic doctors have taught --by Martin Luther
The Smoky God
About three-fourths of the "inner" surface of the earth is land and about one-fourth water. There are numerous rivers of tremendous size, some flowing in a northerly direction and others southerly. Some of these rivers are thirty miles in width, and it is out of these vast waterways, at the extreme northern and southern parts of the "inside" surface of the earth, in regions where low temperatures are experienced, that fresh-water icebergs are formed.--by Willis George Emerson
The Snare
It is established beyond doubt that Mr. Butler was drunk at the time. This rests upon the evidence of Sergeant Flanagan and the troopers who accompanied him, and it rests upon Mr. Butler's own word, as we shall see.
The Social Contract, Or Principles of Political Right
THE first and most important deduction from the principles we have so far laid down is that the
general will alone can direct the State according to the object for which it was instituted, i.e., the
common good: for if the clashing of particular interests made the establishment of societies
necessary, the agreement of these very interests made it possible. --by Jean Jacques Rousseau
The Son of Tarzan
As the leopard leaped for the great ape Meriem gasped in surprise and horror--not for the impending fate of
the anthropoid, but at the act of the youth who but for an instant before had angrily struck his strange
companion; for scarce had the carnivore burst into view than with drawn knife the youth had leaped far out
above him,
The Son of the Wolf
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them. He has no conception of the subtle atmosphere exhaled by the sex feminine, so long as he bathes in it; but let it be withdrawn, and an ever-growing void begins to manifest itself in his existence, and he becomes hungry, in a vague sort of way, for a something so indefinite that he cannot characterize it.
The Song of Hiawatha
From his footprints flowed a river,/Leaped into the light of morning,/O'er the precipice plunging downward/Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet./And the Spirit, stooping earthward,/With his finger on the meadow/Traced a winding pathway for it,--by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Song of Roland
Blowing that horn.
The Song of the Cardinal
She had taken possession of the sumac. The location was her selection and he loudly applauded her choice. She placed the first twig, and after examining it carefully, he spent the day carrying her others just as much alike as possible. If she used a dried grass blade, he carried grass blades until she began dropping them on the ground.
The Song of the Lark
The main business street ran, of course, through the center of the town. To the west of this street lived all the
people who were, as Tillie Kronborg said, "in society." Sylvester Street, the third parallel with Main Street on
the west, was the longest in town, and the best dwellings were built along it. Far out at the north end, nearly a
mile from the court-house and its cottonwood grove, was Dr. Archie's house
The Sonnets
All 154 Sonnets, with index to first lines.
The Sorrows of Young Werther
merry set of
fellows, and they were all laughing and joking together. I watched Charlotte's eyes. They wandered
from one to the other; but they did not light on me, on me, who stood there motionless, and who
saw nothing but her! My heart bade her a thousand times adieu, but she noticed me not. The
carriage drove off; and my eyes filled with tears.
The Soul of a Bishop
That was mere dreaming, of course. Was it dreaming after Raphael? After Raphael? The drowsy mind wandered into a side issue. Was the picture that had suggested this dream the one in the Vatican where all the Fathers of the Church are shown disputing together? But there surely God and the Son themselves were painted with a symbol--some symbol--also?
The Soul of Nicholas Snyders
"Think of it," continued the strange pedlar, before Nicholas could recover power of speech. "For forty years you have drunk the joy of being mean and cruel. Are you not tired of the taste, Nicholas Snyders? Wouldn't you like a change? Think of it, Nicholas Snyders--the joy of being loved, of hearing yourself blessed, instead of cursed! Wouldn't it be good fun, Nicholas Snyders
The Souls of Black Folk
They approach me in a half- hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then,
instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored
man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood
boil? At these I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the occasion may
require. --by W. E. B. Du Bois
The Spanish Tragedy
Now would your lordships favour me so much,/As but to grace me with your acting it,/I mean each one of you to play a part,/Assure you it will prove most passing strange,/And wondrous plausible to that assembly. --by Thomas Kyd; imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
The Spiral Stone
The graveyard on the brow of the hill was white with snow. The marbles were white, the evergreens
black. One tall spiral stone stood painfully near the centre. The little brown church outside the
gates turned its face in the more comfortable direction of the village. --by Arthur Colton
The Spirit of Place and Other Essays
The world at present is inclined to make sorry mysteries or unattractive secrets of the methods and supplies of the fresh and perennial means of life. A very dull secret is made of water, for example, and the plumber sets his seal upon the floods whereby we live. They are covered, they are carried, they are hushed, from the spring to the tap;
The Spirit of the Border
Although the hunter seemed familiar with his surroundings, he moved cautiously, and hesitated as if debating
whether he should seek the protection of this lonely hut, or remain all night under dripping trees. Feeling of his
hunting frock, he found that it was damp and slippery. This fact evidently decided him in favor of the cabin, for
he stooped his tall figure and went in.
The Spoilers
Sluicing had begun on the Midas. Long sinuous lengths of canvas hose wound down the creek bottom from the dam, like gigantic serpents, while the roll of gravel through the flumes mingled musically with the rush of wters, the tinkle of tools, and the song of steel on rock. There were four "strings" of boxes abreast, and the heaving line of shovellers ate rapidly into the creek bed
THE SPOOK LEGION
Doc Savage seemed prepared for no sudden movement, but he changed position, doing it so swiftly that his motions were a trifle blurred. Wray grunted loudly and tried to do something in defense with his gun, but was far too slow. Doc got one metallic hand on the long gun. They scuffled. Wray barked once in pain, then spun completely around and upset. He had lost his gun.
The Spy
My going to Valencia was entirely an accident. But the more often I stated that fact, the more satisfied was everyone at the capital that I
had come on some secret mission. Even the venerable politician who acted as our minister, the night of my arrival, after dinner, said
confidentially, "Now, Mr. Crosby, between ourselves, what's the game?"
THE STAR OF DELHI
With Walder were a few other jewelers, taking a last look at the much-prized gems. Though those privileged visitors had not handled the sapphires, they were quite convinced that the six stones had been cut from the famous Star of Delhi. To them, the word of Raymond Walder - that he had seen and examined the great sapphire itself - was as good as the gold which formed the rings in which the six gems were mounted.
THE STARS PROMISE DEATH
Long in The Shadow's service, Harry had come to town along with certain other agents to set up shop for what might prove an extended campaign. In dealing with criminals whose very motives were obscure, who unquestionably had an organization to further those secret purposes, The Shadow had decided to utilize retaliatory tactics.
The Stolen White Elephant
"Never mind about that. I may, and I may not. We generally gather a pretty shrewd inkling of who our man is by the manner of his work and the size of the game he goes after. We are not dealing with a pickpocket or a hall thief now, make up your mind to that. This property was not 'lifted' by a novice.
The Story of a Pioneer
Thus, when he took up his claim of three hundred and sixty acres of land in the wilderness of northern Michigan, and sent my mother and five young chil- dren to live there alone until he could join us eighteen months later, he gave no thought to the manner in which we were to make the struggle and survive the hardships before us. He had furnished us with land and the four walls of a log cabin. --by Anna Howard Shaw
The Story of Burnt Njal (Njaal's Saga)
Njal and Gunnar met and talked about the battle. Then Njal said to Gunnar, "Now be ware of thyself.
Now hast thou slain twice in the same stock; and so now take heed to thy behaviour, and think that it is
as much as thy life is worth, if thou dost not hold to the settlement that is made."
The Story of Pocahantas
The simple story of the life of Pocahontas is sufficiently romantic without the embellishments which have been wrought on it either by the vanity of Captain Smith or the natural pride of the descendants of this dusky princess who have been ennobled by the smallest rivulet of her red blood.--by Charles Dudley Warner
The Story of the Amulet
'You will eat your breakfast before it's cold, won't you?' said Anthea. 'Yes, we had a splendid time.
The charm made it all dark, and then greeny light, and then it spoke. Oh! I wish you could have
heard it--it was such a darling voice--and it told us the other half of it was lost in the Past, so of
course we shall have to look for it there!'
The Story of the Ere-Dwellers ("Eyrbyggia Saga")
Biorn the son of Ketil Flatneb was in Iamtaland till Kiallak the earl died; he gat to wife
Giaflaug the earl's daughter, and thereafter fared west over the Keel, first to Thrandheim
and then south through the land, and took to himself those lands which his father had
owned, and drove away the bailiffs that King Harald had set over them.
THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN; OR THE LAND OF LIVING MEN
"Drink, O black-fledged nestling! But call a health over the cup if thou wilt." So Hallblithe raised the cup aloft and cried: "Health to the House of the Raven and to them that love it! an ill day to its foemen!" Then he set his lips to the cup and drank; and that wine seemed to him better and stronger than any he had ever tasted. But when he had given the cup back again to Fox, that red one filled it again, and cried over it
The Story of the Good Little Boy
Once there was a good little boy by the name of Jacob Blivens. He always obeyed his parents, no matter how
absurd and unreasonable their demands were; and he always learned his book, and never was late at
Sabbath-school. He would not play hookey, even when his sober judgment told him it was the most profitable
thing he could do.
The Story of the Heath-Slayings ("Heitharviga Saga")
That summer there was with Bardi in his Thing-journey one Thord, the goodman at Broadford in Waterdale; he had two
horses, all white except for black ears. These horses he deemed beasts so dear, that he would not miss them for any other
horses. But it befell for Thord's faring-mishap that both these horses vanished away.
The Story of the Treasure Seekers
When we came out we walked a long way, and when we asked a policeman he said we'd better go
back through Smithfield. So we did. They don't burn people any more there now, so it was rather
dull, besides being a long way, and Noel got very tired. He's a peaky little chap; it comes of being
a poet, I think.
The Strange Life of Nikola Tesla
The images I saw were wonderfully sharp and clear and had the solidity of metal and stone, so much so that I told him, "See my motor here; watch me reverse it." I cannot begin to describe my emotions. Pygmalion seeing his statue come to life could not have been more deeply moved. A thousand secrets of nature which I might have stumbled upon accidentally, I would have given for that one which I had wrested from her against all odds and at the peril of my existence... --by Tesla
The Street of Seven Stars
"The branch of a tree was thrown out in front of the sled to send us over the bank. It was murder, if intention is crime."
The Structure And Distribution Of Coral Reefs
Where the channel is narrow, the agency, which on unprotected coasts is most productive of sediment, namely the force of the breakers, is here entirely excluded, and the reef being breached in the front of the main valleys, much of the finer mud from the rivers must be transported into the open sea. As a current is formed by the water thrown over the edge of atoll-formed reefs, which carries sediment with it through the deep-water breaches
The Subjection of Women
On the other point which is involved in the just equality of women, their admissibility to all the functions and
occupations hitherto retained as the monopoly of the stronger sex, I should anticipate no difficulty in
convincing anyone who has gone with me on the subject of the equality of women in the family. I believe that
their disabilities elsewhere are only clung to in order to maintain their subordination in domestic life--by John Stuart Mill
THE SUPPLIANTS
A shrine is stronger than a tower to save,/A shield that none may cleave. Step swift thereto,/And in your left hands hold with reverence/The white-crowned wands of suppliance, the sign/Beloved of Zeus, compassion's lord, and speak/To those that question you, words meek and low/And piteous, as beseems your stranger state,
THE SUPPLIANTS
THESEUS
Adrastus, and ye dames from Argos sprung, ye see these children bearing in their hands the bodies of their valiant sires whom I redeemed; to thee I give these gifts, I and Athens. And ye must bear in mind the memory of this favour, marking well the treatment ye have had of me. And to these children I repeat the self-same words, that they may honour this city, to children's children ever handing on the kindness ye received from us.
The Surprising Adventures of Baron Munchausen
I had nothing like an
offensive weapon in my hands but the silver hatchet, which is the badge of the Sultan's gardeners and
farmers. I threw it at the robbers, with an intention to frighten them away, and set the poor bee at
liberty; but, by an unlucky turn of my arm, it flew upwards, and continued rising till it reached the
moon. How should I recover it? how fetch it down again?--by Rudolph Erich Raspe
The Survivors of the Chancellor
"It probably arose," he answered, "from the spontaneous combustion of the cotton. The case is rare, but it
is far from unknown. Unless the cotton is perfectly dry when it is shipped, its confinement in a damp or
ill-ventilated hold will sometimes cause it to ignite; and I have no doubt it is this that has brought about our
misfortune."
THE TAIWAN JOSS
If Janice had looked back across the avenue as she entered the dimly lighted doorway of Adalbart's rooming house, she would have seen a lantern gleaming in the window off what had once been the office of the now deserted Pacific Export Pier. But Janice had started up the dingy stairs before the lantern began to blink in a fashion that would have given her qualms.
The Talisman
Thus spoke Richard, a little ashamed, perhaps, of his own condescension, though sanctioned both by
humanity and gratitude. But when Neville continued to make remonstrances on the peril to his royal person, the
King imposed silence on him.
THE TALKING DEVIL
They transferred Sam Joseph to the hospital, a small but wonderfully equipped hospital uptown, which specialized in brain cases, and which was largely supported by Doc Savage. He did most of his work there. Doc did not, as a matter of fact, do a great deal of surgery for surgery's sake, his specialty being stubborn and unusual cases upon which he could apply new and experimental technique.
The Taming of the Shrew
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,/And I expressly am forbid to touch it;/For it engenders choler, planteth anger;/And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
The Tao Te Ching
The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and unchanging Tao. The name that can be named is not the enduring and unchanging name. -- by Lao-Tse
The Tavern Knight
It was not to be his good fortune, however, to be in the earlier work of the day. Until afternoon he was kept within the walls of Worcester, chafing to be where hard knocks were being dealt - with Montgomery at Powick Bridge, or with Pittscottie on Bunn's Hill. But he was forced to hold his mood in curb, and wait until Charles and his advisers should elect to make the general attack.
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
It was about the close of the month, that, yielding at length to the urgent importunities of Rose, I
accompanied her in a visit to Wildfell Hall. To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first
object that met the eye was a painter's easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas, bottles
of oil and varnish, palette, brushes, paints, etc. -- by Anne Bronte
The Theory of Business Enterprise
Further insight from Veblen: The Last Man who knew everything (I believe that's how Mencken put it.)
The Theory of Moral Sentiments
What can he added to the happiness of the man who is in health, who is out of debt, and has a clear conscience? To one in this situation, all accessions of fortune may properly be said to be superfluous; and if he is much elevated upon account of them, it must be the effect of the most frivolous levity. This situation, however, may very well be called the natural and ordinary state of mankind. --by Adam Smith
The Theory of the Leisure Class
Conspicuous consumption of valuable goods is a means of reputability to the gentleman of leisure. As
wealth accumulates on his hands, his own unaided effort will not avail to sufficiently put his opulence in
evidence by this method. The aid of friends and competitors is therefore brought in by resorting to the giving
of valuable presents and expensive feasts and entertainments. -- by Thorstein Veblen
The Thing in the Upper Room
A shadow hung ever over the door, which stood black in the depth of its arched recess, like an unfathomable
eye under a frowning brow. The landing was wide and panelled, and a heavy rail, supported by a carved
balustrade, stretched away in alternate slopes and levels down the dark staircase, past other doors, and so to
the courtyard and the street. --by Arthur Morrison
THE THIRD SHADOW
TWO days had passed since the death of Lucian Yorne. Joe Cardona was seated at his desk in police headquarters, fuming over a stack of typewritten reports. Across from him was a stolid-faced companion: Detective Sergeant Markham. He was listening to Cardona's comments.
THE THIRD SKULL
A whispered laugh came from The Shadow's lips. This was something that required investigation. The existence of these jewels was known to Weldon Wingate; probably to Homer Hothan also, for the original papers had come from Hildrew Parchell's files.
THE THOUSAND-HEADED MAN
Sen Gat considered - and reached a wrong conclusion. "Doc Savage's men must have thought they could get rid of us by frightening you away. They were mistaken. We need all three of those black keys. All three may be necessary when we reach the Thousand-headed Man. We will get them."
The Three Musketeers
Porthos
THE THUNDER KING
THE SHADOW'S gun was talking from deep darkness, its stabs directed toward the enemies who had tried to clip him from long range. Uncannily, he had gauged their position from their earlier fire and was placing shots too close for their comfort. They began an immediate retreat, supplying a wild return fire as they went.
The Time Machine
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned
brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that
flashed and passed in our glasses.
THE TIME MASTER
He was zigzagging across town from east to west, and The Shadow, interested in the tactics, ordered Moe to let them continue for a while. It might be that the mysterious Time Master, for whom The Shadow did not yet have a title, was going to exhibit some more of his unusual ability. Even from his brief experience with the supercrook, The Shadow recognized the adversary's ways.
The Tinker's Wedding
MICHAEL. A poor way only, Sarah
Casey, for it's the divil's job making a ring,
and you'll be having my hands destroyed in
a short while the way I'll not be able to make
a tin can at all maybe at the dawn of day.
The Torrents of Spring
IT was the summer of 1840. Sanin was in his twenty-second year, and he was in Frankfort on his way home from Italy to Russia. He was a man of small property, but independent, almost without family ties. By the death of a distant relative, he had come into a few thousand roubles, and he had decided to spend this sum abroad before entering the service, before finally putting on the government yoke, without which he could not obtain a secure livelihood
The Touchstone
It pressed against him at every turn. He told himself that this was because there was no escape from the visible evidences of his act. The "Letters" confronted him everywhere. People who had never opened a book discussed them with critical reservations; to have read them had become a social obligation in circles to which literature never penetrates except in a personal guise.
The Tower
Once out of nature I shall never take/My bodily form from any natural thing,/But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make/Of hammered gold and gold enamelling/To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;/Or set upon a golden bough to sing/To lords and ladies of Byzantium/Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
The Toys of Peace and Other Stories
Includes Clovis stories: Louise, Fate,
Shock Tactics and The Oversight
The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
This history must henceforth accommodate itself to the change which Roxana has consummated, and call the real heir "Chambers" and the usurping little slave, "Thomas `a Becket"--shortening this latter name to "Tom," for daily use, as the people about him did.
The Trail of the White Mule
The night was growing cold, and Casey had no coat. At least he could go down and tell Barney what he had discovered and had failed to discover, and get something to eat. Barney would probably be worrying about him, though there was a chance that a bullet had found Barney before dark. Casey was uneasy, and once he was down the fissure again, he hurried as much as possible.
The Trampling of the Lilies
When La Boulaye recovered consciousness he was lying on his back in the middle of the courtyard of the
Chateau de Bellecour. From a great stone balcony above, a little group, of which Mademoiselle de Bellecour
was the centre, observed the scene about the captive, who was being resuscitated that he might fittingly
experience the Seigneur's vengeance.
THE TRANSCENDENTALIST
The Transcendentalist adopts the whole connection of spiritual doctrine. He believes in miracle, in the perpetual openness of the human mind to new influx of light and power; he believes in inspiration, and in ecstasy. He wishes that the spiritual principle should be suffered to demonstrate itself to the end, in all possible applications to the state of man
The Trees of Pride
It was more than a month before the legend of the peacock trees was again discussed in the Squire's circle. It fell out one evening, when his eccentric taste for meals in the garden that gathered the company round the same table, now lit with a lamp and laid out for dinner in a glowing spring twilight.
The Tremendous Adventures of Major Gahagan
As soon as I entered the tents a host of menials sprang forward, some to ease me of my armour, some to offer me refreshments, some with hookahs, attar of roses (in great quart bottles), and the thousand delicacies of Eastern life. I motioned them away. "I will wear my armour," said I; "I shall go forth to-night. Carry my duty to the princess, and say I grieve that to-night I have not the time to see her.
The Trojan Women
Euripides. Cassandra saw it coming, but it didn't matter.
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories
Includes Paul's Case.
The Trumpet-Major
Anne was so flurried by the military incidents attending her return home that she was almost afraid to venture
alone outside her mother's premises. Moreover, the numerous soldiers, regular and otherwise, that haunted
Overcombe and its neighbourhood, were getting better acquainted with the villagers, and the result was that they
were always standing at garden gates, walking in the orchards, or sitting gossiping just within cottage doors,
The Turmoil
We must Grow! We must be Big! We must be Bigger! Bigness means Money! And the thing began to happen; their longing became a mighty Will. We must be Bigger! Bigger! Bigger! Get people here! Coax them here! Bribe them! Swindle them into coming, if you must, but get them! Shout them into coming! Deafen them into coming!
The Turn Of the Screw--Henry James
James has his own category, but if you read only one book by him, read this one -- twice.
The Twenty Years Later
Aramis
The Twin Hells
Subtitled: A Thrilling Narrative of life in the Kansas and Missouri
Penitentiaries. By John N. Reynolds. History looked lonely -- think Foucault.
The Two Brothers
Issoudun, be it said without offence to Paris, is one of the oldest cities in France. In spite of the historical assumption which makes the emperor Probus the Noah of the Gauls, Caesar speaks of the excellent wine of Champ-Fort ("de Campo Forti") still one of the best vintages of Issoudun. Rigord writes of this city in language which leaves no doubt as to its great population and its immense commerce.
The Two Captains
"That depends, Senor," said a man, stepping close, and as he thought unobserved, before Fadrique; but the latter had already been informed of his approach by a sign from his watchful friend, and he was therefore ready to answer with the greater coolness, "If you wish, Senor, to commence a suit with my guitar, she has, at all events, a tongue of steel, which has already on many occasions done --by Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouque
The Two Poets
He had every sort of luck. He was left a widower with but one son. The boy he sent to the grammar school; he must be educated, not so much for his own sake as to train a successor to the business; and Sechard treated the lad harshly so as to prolong the time of parental rule, making him work at case on holidays, telling him that he must learn to earn his own living, so as to recompense his poor old father
The Unbearable Bassington
Her enemies, in their honester moments, would have admitted that she was svelte and knew how to dress, but they would have agreed with her friends in asserting that she had no soul. When one's friends and enemies agree on any particular point they are usually wrong. Francesca herself, if pressed in an unguarded moment to describe her soul, would probably have described her drawing-room.
The Uncommercial Traveller
No landlord is my friend and brother, no chambermaid loves me, no waiter worships me, no boots admires and envies me. No round of beef or tongue or ham is expressly cooked for me, no pigeon-pie is especially made for me, no hotel-advertisement is personally addressed to me, no hotel-room tapestried with great-coats and railway wrappers is set apart for me, no house of public entertainment in the United Kingdom greatly cares for my opinion of its brandy or sherry.
The Uncrowned King
Said the Voice: "To thee, O Hadji, I come from the Beautiful Sea; the interminable, unfathomable sea, that
begins at the Outer-Edge-Of-Things and stretches away into Neverness. I speak from out the Deeps Beneath.
I tell of the Great That Is. I am a Voice of Life, O Hadji, and mine it is to begin for you The Tale of The
Uncrowned King." -- by Harold Bell Wright
The Underground City
TEN minutes afterwards, James Starr and Harry issued from the principal gallery. They were now standing in a glade, if we may use this word to designate a vast and dark excavation. The place, however, was not entirely deprived of daylight. A few rays straggled in through the opening of a deserted shaft. It was by means of this pipe that ventilation was established in the Dochart pit.
The Unfortunate Happy Lady: A True History
I hope you will, Madam,'' said the barbarous Man.
But my Business now calls me hence; to Morrow at Dinner I
will return to you, and Order the rest of your Things to be brought with me. In the mean while'' (pursu'd the Traytor,
kissing his Sister, as he thought and hop'd, the last time)
be as chearful as you can, my Dear! and expect all
you can wish from me.''
The University of Hard Knocks
It broke your heart. You have had your heart broken. I have had my heart broken more times than I care to talk about now. Your home was darkened, your plans were wrecked, you thought you had nothing more to live for. --by Ralph Parlette
The Unknown Guest
Study of Haunted Houses by Maurice Maeterlinck
The Upper Berth
SOMEBODY asked for the cigars. We had talked long, and the conversation as beginning to
languish; the tobacco smoke had got into the heavy curtains, he wine had got into those brains which were liable
to become heavy, and it was already perfectly evident that, -- by Marion Crawford
The Valet's Tragedy and Other Stories
A collection of incidents by Andrew Lang
The Valley of Fear
It was one of those dramatic moments for which my friend existed. It would be an overstatement to say that he was shocked or even excited by the amazing announcement. Without having a tinge of cruelty in his singular composition, he was undoubtedly callous from long overstimulation.
The Valley of the Moon
She flung wild glances, like those of an entrapped animal, up and down the big whitewashed room that panted with heat and that was thickly humid with the steam that sizzled from the damp cloth under the irons of the many ironers. From the girls and women near her, all swinging irons steadily but at high pace, came quick glances, and labor efficiency suffered
The Vampyre
By John Polidori, Byron's physician. The tale of the construction of this story, the first vampire tale in English, is an extremely complicated one that I can hopefully find a good link to...
The Vanished Messenger
There were very few people upon Platform Number Twenty-one of Liverpool Street Station at a quarter to
nine on the evening of April 2 - possibly because the platform in question is one of the most remote and
least used in the great terminus. The station-master, however, was there himself, with an inspector in
attendance.
The Vanity of Human Wishes
Let observation with extensive view,/Survey mankind, from China to Peru;/Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,/And watch the busy scenes of crouded life; -- by Samuel Johnson
The Variation of Animals and Plants under Domestication Volume 1
The wild Sus scrofa has a wide range, namely, Europe, North Africa, as identified by osteological characters by Rutimeyer, and Hindostan, as similarly identified by Nathusius. But the wild boars inhabiting these several countries differ so much from each other in external characters, that they have been ranked by some naturalists as specifically distinct.
The Variation of Animals and Plants under Domestication Volume 2
With animals, the jackal is prepotent over the dog, as is stated by Flourens, who made many crosses between these animals; and this was likewise the case with a hybrid which I once saw between a jackal and a terrier. I cannot doubt, from the observations of Colin and others, that the ass is prepotent over the horse; the prepotency in this instance running more strongly through the male than through the female ass
The Veil of Isis; Or, Mysteries of the Druids
They were too wise, however, to immure themselves wholly in one corner of the land, where they
would have exercised no more influence upon the nation than the Heads and Fellows of our
present universities. While some lived the lives of hermits in caves and in hollow oaks within the
dark recesses of the holy forests; while others lived peaceably in their college-home, teaching
the bardic verses to children-- by W. Winwood Reade
THE VEILED PROPHET
Of late, Commissioner Weston had avoided discussion of crime. He seemed to be irked because of the recent crime wave. But in back of Weston's mood, The Shadow had recognized something deeper. Something that no amount of subtle persuasion had managed to draw out. The Shadow was sure that the commissioner held some valuable key to the crime wave, but was fumbling all opportunity to use it.
The Vicar of Tours
The next morning, on awaking, Birotteau thought so much of his prospective canonry that he forgot the four circumstances in which he had seen, the night before, such threatening prognostics of a future full of misery. The vicar was not a man to get up without a fire. He rang to let Marianne know that he was awake and that she must come to him; then he remained, as his habit was, absorbed in somnolent musings.
The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale.
Supposed to be written by Himself--Oliver Goldsmith
A book may be amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity. The hero of this piece unites in himself the three greatest characters upon earth; he is a priest, a husbandman, and the father of a family.
The Village Commune
The lights were blazing brightly; the music was sounding jocundly, the youths and the maidens were going round and round, laughing and chattering as they jumped. The drum stood on a pavement with the honest dog of the mill guarding it, and Carmelo was dancing with Viola, while old Pippo and the miller, sitting on two rush chairs beside the dog and drum, looked on smiling and beating the time
The Village Rector
This active benevolence, carried on with strict attention to religious duties, was hidden in the deepest
secrecy and directed by the various rectors in the town, with whom Veronique had a full understanding
in all her charitable deeds, so as not to suffer the money so needed for unmerited misfortunes to fall
into the hands of vice. It was during this period of her life that she won a friendship
The Village Watch-Tower
Humble and dilapidated as it was, it was almost beautiful in the springtime, when the dandelion-dotted
turf grew close to the great stone steps; or in the summer, when the famous Bascom elm cast its
graceful shadow over the front door. The elm, indeed, was the only object that ever did cast its shadow
there.
THE VINDICATOR
Stocky-built, swarthy of countenance, Cardona had a direct manner that made his statements convincing. He declared, emphatically, that Grennel had told him of Bland's presence. Every detail given by Cardona - such as Grennel's mention of the Vindicator, and the payment to Trigger Kobin as go-between - meshed perfectly with Bland's testimony.
The Violet Fairy Book
Once on a time there were three princes, who had a step-sister. One day they all set out hunting together.
When they had gone some way through a thick wood they came on a great grey wolf with three cubs. Just as
they were going to shoot, the wolf spoke and said, 'Do not shoot me, and I will give each of you one of my
young ones. It will be a faithful friend to you.'
The Virgin of the Sun
I, Hubert of Hastings, write this in the land of Tavantinsuyu, far from England, where I was born,
whither I shall never more return, being a wanderer as the rune upon the sword of my ancestor,
Thorgrimmer, foretold that I should be, which sword my mother gave me on the day of the burning of
Hastings by the French. I write it with a pen that I have shaped from a wing feather of the great eagle
The Virginian
Smile when you say that. By Owen Wister.
The Vision Spendid
Perhaps the very freedom of these vacation excursions helped to feed his growing discontent. The yeast of rebellion was forever stirring in him. He wanted to come to life with open mind. He was possessed of an insatiable curiosity about it. This took him to the slums of Verden, to the redlight district, to Socialist meetings, to a striking coal camp near the city where he narrowly escaped being killed as a scab. He knew that something was wrong with our social life.
The Voice in the Night
"See here, Mister," he said, "this is a pretty queer business, you coming upon us like this, right out in the middle of the blessed Pacific. How are we to know what sort of a hanky-panky trick you're up to? You say there's only one of you. How are we to know, unless we get a squint at you--eh? What's your objection to the light, anyway?"
The Volsung Saga
Learn the story behind that whole Ride of the Valkyries thing.
THE VOODOO MASTER
Dr. Sayre was astonished to see cushions upon the floor at the spot where the patient had been reclining. He blinked as he eyed chairs in corners, other objects that had mysteriously come into view. Cushions and chairs were green. Against curtains of the same color, dyed by greenish lights, the chairs and cushions had been blotted from sight.
The Voyage of the Beagle
AFTER having been twice driven back by heavy southwestern gales, Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R. N., sailed from Devonport on the 27th of December, 1831. The object of the expedition was to complete the survey of Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego -- by a nature writer name of Darwin
The Voyage of the Beagle
SEPTEMBER 18th. -- I hired a Gaucho to accompany me on my ride to Buenos Ayres, though with some difficulty, as the father of one man was afraid to let him go, and another, who seemed willing, was described to me as so fearful, that I was afraid to take him, for I was told that even if he saw an ostrich at a distance, he would mistake it for an Indian, and would fly like the wind away.
The Voyaqe Out
In the streets of London where beauty goes unregarded, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it
is better not to be very tall, to wear a long blue cloak, or to beat the air with your left hand. -- by Virginia Woolf
The Wallet of Kai Lung
First in the Kai Lung series.
The Wanderer
The classic tale of loss.
The Wanderer's Necklace
On the morrow early I lay awake, for how could I sleep when Iduna rested beneath the same roof with me--Iduna, who, as her father had decreed, was to become my wife sooner than I had hoped? I was thinking how beautiful she looked, and how much I loved her; also of other things that were not so pleasant. For instance, why did not everybody see her with my eyes?
The Wanderings of Oisin
NOW, man of croziers, shadows called our names/And then away, away, like whirling flames;/And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,/The youth and lady and the deer and hound;/"Gaze no more on the phantoms,' Niamh said,/And kissed my eyes, and, swaying her bright head/And her bright body, sang of faery and man
The War in the Air
Bert Smallways was a vulgar little creature, the sort of pert, limited soul that the old civilisation of the early twentieth century produced by the million in every country of the world. He had lived all his life in narrow streets, and between mean houses he could not look over, and in a narrow circle of ideas from which there was no escape.
The War of the Worlds
"They say," said he, "that there's another of those blessed things fallen there--number two. But one's
enough, surely. This lot'll cost the insurance people a pretty penny before everything's settled." He
laughed with an air of the greatest good humour as he said this. The woods, he said, were still burning,
and pointed out a haze of smoke to me.
The Warden
The Rev. Septimus Harding was, a few years since, a beneficed clergyman residing in the cathedral town of ---; let us call it Barchester. Were we to name Wells or Salisbury, Exeter, Hereford, or Gloucester, it might be presumed that something personal was intended; and as this tale will refer mainly to the cathedral dignitaries of the town in question, we are anxious that no personality may be suspected.
The Warlord of Mars
For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far beneath the surface of Mars, my princess lay entombed-- but whether alive or dead I knew not. Had Phaidor's slim blade found that beloved heart? Time only would reveal the truth.
THE WASP
"It beats me," drawled Wendel, finally. "Sheriff Cady is coming over to town tonight, to give us what help he can. I allow I won't be here to meet him until late, considering that my granddaughter is having a birthday party over to Northfield. But what I'm going to say to the sheriff, I don't know, unless Glenn Torbin, here, can give us a suggestion."
THE WASP RETURNS
The Shadow's weird mirth was deceiving. In tone, as well as purpose, it betokened the unexpected. The two thugs with the raised revolvers sprang toward the window, mistaking a chance flutter of the shade for a figure outside. The other pair, still clutching Velma, were fighting to drag her to a corner, so that they could use her as a shield against The Shadow, wherever he might be.
The Water-Babies
However that may be, Tom was amphibious: and what is better still, he was clean. For the first time in his life, he felt how comfortable it was to have nothing on him but himself. But he only enjoyed it: he did not know it, or think about it; just as you enjoy life and health, and yet never think about being alive and healthy; and may it be long before you have to think about it!--by Charles Kingsley
The Way Home
The question of what next brought them to another deadlock. Mary had got it into her head that, if he went from here, it should only be to London -- and was dumbfounded by the moody silence into which he fell at London's very name. -- "It's society you've missed, Richard. (part 2 of Richard Mahony trilogy w/ Australia Felix and Ultima Thule Completing it)
The Way of All Flesh
An organic tragedy.
The Way of All Flesh
MR. Pontifex was not the man to trouble himself much about his motives. People were not so introspective then as we are now; they lived more according to a rule of thumb. Dr. Arnold had not yet sown that crop of earnest thinkers which we are now harvesting, and men did not see why they should not have their own way if no evil consequences to themselves seemed likely to follow upon their doing so.
The Way of the World
LADY. With Mirabell? You call my blood into my face with
mentioning that traitor. She durst not have the confidence. I sent
her to negotiate an affair, in which if I'm detected I'm undone. If
that wheedling villain has wrought upon Foible to detect me, I'm
ruined. O my dear friend, I'm a wretch of wretches if I'm detected.
The Ways of Men
Have you ever noticed that in every circle there is some individual assuming to do things better than
his comrades - to know more, dress better, run faster, pronounce more correctly? Who, unless
promptly suppressed, will turn the conversation into a monologue relating to his own exploits and
opinions. To differ is to bring down his contempt upon your devoted head! To argue is time wasted! --by Eliot Gregory
The Weird of the Wanderer
The silver god,
and the golden goddess, before many gods and goddesses. . . . The silver god, and the golden
goddess on a throne. . . . The silver god, following the star." Having said these words, which
seemed to be nonsensical, he tired me. Whereat I smacked him, shaking his hand till the dark ink
trickled over his thighs; and so I dismissed him to relieve Nesamun at the steering-oar. -- by Frederick William Rolfe
The Well at the World's End
Long ago there was a little land, over which ruled a regulus or kinglet, who was called King Peter, though his kingdom was but little.
The Well of the Saints
TIMMY -- [coming out, with a hammer, impatiently.] -- Do you want me to be driving you off again to be walking the roads? There you are now, and I giving you your food, and a corner to sleep, and money with it; and, to hear the talk of you, you'd think I was after beating you, or stealing your gold.
The Werewolf
Sweyn, not able to believe that his ears had deceived him, got up and went to the door. It was a dark night; the
clouds were heavy with snow, that had fallen fitfully when the wind lulled. Untrodden snow lay up to the porch;
there was no sight nor sound of an human being. Sweyn strained his eyes far and near, only to see dark sky,
pure snow, and a line of black fir trees on a hill brow, bowing down before the wind.-- by Clemence Houseman
THE WHITE COLUMN
Through that glass a face peered. A man stood outside the steel door, undergoing inspection from within. It was easy to see the visitor's face. He was one of the five parachutists who had dropped to earth near the Adirondack hunting lodge of Henry Norman.
The White Moll
It was like some shadowy pantomime: The dark mouth of an alleyway thrown into murky relief by the rays of
a distant street lamp...the swift, forward leap of a skulking figure...a girl's form swaying and struggling in the
man's embrace. Then, a pantomime no longer, there came a half threatening, half triumphant oath; and
then the girl's voice, quiet, strangely contained, almost imperious:
The White People
I went to tea under the big apple-tree. It was very big and old and wonderful. No wonder Mr. MacNairn and his
mother loved it. Its great branches spread out farther than I had ever seen the branches of an apple-tree
spread before. They were gnarled and knotted and beautiful with age. Their shadows upon the grass were
velvet, deep and soft.
THE WHITE SKULLS
In watching for somebody, Harry hadn't long to wait. As an elevator reached the ground floor, Harry's expectant eye saw a tall figure step from it, that of a man in immaculate evening attire. It was as if by coincidence that both Harry and the new arrival reached the cigar stand at about the same moment. Coincidental, too, that the clerk had to leave the counter to find the particular cigars that the tall customer wanted.
The Whole History Of Grandfather's Chair
At this time, however, it happened to be the fashion for ladies to adorn their drawing-rooms with the oldest and oddest chairs that could be found. It seemed to cousin Clara that, if these ladies could have seen Grandfather's old chair, they would have thought it worth all the rest together. She wondered if it were not even older than Grandfather himself, and longed to know all about its history.
The Wife and Other Stories
After Rafael Sabatini's Mistress Wilding, this book is the number one miscontrued download at this site -- I guess folks want a xxx marriage...
The Wild Swans At Coole
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me/
Since I first made my count;/I saw, before I had well finished,/All suddenly mount/And scatter wheeling in great broken rings/Upon their clamorous wings.
The Willows
Properly speaking, this fascinating part of the river's life begins soon after leaving Pressburg, and we, in our Canadian canoe, with gipsy tent and frying-pan on board, reached it on the crest of a rising flood about mid-July. By Algernon Blackwood
The Wind Among The Reeds
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,/The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,/The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,/Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The Wind in the Rose-Bush and Other Stories of the Supernatural
As Rebecca spoke she started violently, and lost sight of her resentment, for something singular
happened. Suddenly the rosebush was agitated violently as if by a gust of wind, yet it was a remarkably still
day. Not a leaf of the hydrangea standing on the terrace close to the rose trembled.
The Wind in the Willows
THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then
with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his
throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.-- by Kenneth Grahame
The Winding Stair and Other Poems
BRING me to the blasted oak/That I, midnight upon the stroke,/(All find safety in the tomb.)/May call down curses on his head/Because of my dear Jack that's dead./Coxcomb was the least he said:/The solid man and the coxcomb.
The Window at the White Cat
Finally, after knocking over an ornament that shattered on the hearth and sounded like the crash of doom, I
found on the mantel a heavy brass candlestick, and with it in my hand I stepped into the gloom of the hallway
and felt my way to the stairs.
The Wings of the Dove
She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and
there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face
positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away
without sight of him.
The Wisdom of Father Brown
THE consulting-rooms of Dr Orion Hood, the eminent criminologist and specialist in certain moral disorders, lay along the sea-front at Scarborough, in a series of very large and well-lighted french windows, which showed the North Sea like one endless outer wall of blue-green marble.
The Witch
HECATE /Titty and Tiffin, Suckin and Pidgen, Liard and Robin, /White spirits, black spirits, grey spirits, red spirits, /Devil-toad, devil-ram, devil-cat, and devil-dam!
The Witch and Other Stories
THE WITCH, PEASANT WIVES, THE POST, THE NEW VILLA, DREAMS, THE PIPE, AGAFYA, AT CHRISTMAS TIME, GUSEV, THE STUDENT, IN THE RAVINE, THE HUNTSMAN, HAPPINESS, A MALEFACTOR, PEASANTS
The Wizard
All that day we explained and all the next--or rather my friend did, for I knew very little of the language --and they listened with great interest. At last the chief of the wizards and the first prophet to the king rose to question us. He was named Hokosa, a tall, thin man, with a spiritual face and terrible calm eyes.
The Wizard of Oz
By request, the first of Frank Baum's series. Should others so desire, I can certainly add another 20 or so texts.--Update, I have them all.
The Woman in the Alcove
I was, perhaps, the plainest girl in the room that night. I was also the happiest--up to one o'clock. Then my whole world crumbled, or, at least, suffered an eclipse. Why and how, I am about to relate.
The Woman in White
But the Law is still, in certain inevitable cases, the pre-engaged servant of the long purse; and the story is left to be told, for the first time, in this place. As the Judge might once have heard it, so the Reader shall hear it now. No circumstance of importance, from the beginning to the end of the disclosure, shall be related on hearsay evidence.
The Woman-Haters
"Aw, come off! Woman-hater! You hate women same as the boy at the poorhouse
hated ice cream--'cause there ain't none around. Why, I wouldn't trust you as fur as I
could see you!" -- by Joseph C. Lincoln
The Women of the French Salons
The Hotel de Rambouillet has been called the "cradle of polished society," but the personality of its hostess is less familiar than that of many who followed in her train. This may be partly due to the fact that she left no record of herself on paper. She aptly embodied the kind advice of Le Brun. It was her special talent to inspire others and to combine the various elements of a brilliant and complex social life. --by Amelia Gere Mason
The Wondersmith
THE four gypsies left Herr Hippe's house cautiously, and directed their steps towards Mr. Pippel's bird-shop. Golosh Street was asleep. Nothing was stirring in that tenebrous slum, save a dog that savagely gnawed a bone which lay on a dust-heap, tantalizing him with the flavor of food without its substance. As the gypsies moved stealthily along in the darkness, they had a sinister and murderous air that would not have failed to attract the attention of the policeman of the quarter
The Woodlanders
Winterborne sped on his way to Sherton Abbas without elation and without discomposure. Had he
regarded his inner self spectacularly, as lovers are now daily more wont to do, he might have felt pride
in the discernment of a somewhat rare power in him--that of keeping not only judgment but emotion
suspended in difficult cases. But he noted it not.
The Workingman's Paradise: An Australian Labour Novel
"Fifteen! But they're taking girls on at twelve. Of course there's meals. But you've got to room
yourself, and then there's washing, clean aprons and caps and cuffs and collars. You've got to
dress, too. There's nothing left. We ought to get a pound." --by William Lane
The Works and Days and Theogony
Guide to Greek Mythos (and a guide to farming), by, roughly speaking, Homer's contemporary Hesiod.
The Works of Max Beerbohm
He did not raise his hat in answer to my salute, but smiled most graciously and
made as though he would extend his hand to me, mistaking me, I doubt not, for one of his
friends. Forthwith, a member of his suite said something to him in an undertone, whereat he
smiled again and took no further notice of me.
The World Set Free
The problem which was already being mooted by such scientific men as Ramsay, Rutherford, and Soddy, in the very beginning of the twentieth century, the problem of inducing radio-activity in the heavier elements and so tapping the internal energy of atoms, was solved by a wonderful combination of induction, intuition, and luck by Holsten so soon as the year 1933.
The World's Desire
A hard fight it had been and a long, and the Wanderer was weary. He took the tiller of the ship in his hand, and steered for the South and for the noonday sun, which was now at his highest in the heavens. But suddenly the bright light of the sky was darkened and the air was filled with the rush, and the murmur, and the winnowing of innumerable wings. -- Written with Andrew Lang
The Wouldbegoods
Next day we made a Union Jack out of pocket-handkerchiefs and part of a red flannel petticoat
of the White Mouse's, which she did not want just then, and some blue ribbon we got at the
village shop.
The Wrecker
Certain it is at least, that when we had reached the police office, and the mates had made their deposition, and told their horrid tale of five men murdered, some with savage passion, some with cold brutality, between Sandy Hook and San Francisco, the police were despatched in time to be too late. -- with Lloyd Osbourne
The Wrong Box
'It's much worse than that,' said Gideon; 'a combination of circumstances really providentially unjust--a--in fact, a syndicate of murderers seem to have perceived my latent ability to rid them of the traces of their crime. It's a legal study after all, you see!' And with these words, Gideon, for the second time that day, began to describe the adventures of the Broadwood Grand. -- Robert Louis Stevenson with Lloyd Osbourne
The Yellow Claw
Then--his brows drawn together--he stooped to the body of the murdered woman. Partially raising the fur cloak, he suppressed a gasp of astonishment.
"Why! she only wears a silk night-dress, and a pair of suede slippers!"
The Yellow Crayon
"I am an old man," he said softly, "but I will live to see them suffer who have done this evil thing."
THE YELLOW DOOR
"Hawkeye," a shrewd watcher, was on duty. His job was to note all arrivals at the Barwick; then watch for lights in Krode's apartment, which was on the fourth floor. By that means, he would have an inkling when Krode returned. Meanwhile, another factor had been introduced to the game. That was Harry Vincent's description of Ferris Krode.
The Yellow Fairy Book
The King in his anguish of mind consented, and the old woman led him to her little house where her
daughter was sitting by the fire. She received the King as if she were expecting him, and he saw that she was
certainly very beautiful; but she did not please him, and he could not look at her without a secret feeling of
horror.
The Yellow God
It was the night of full moon and of the great feast of the return of Little Bonsa. Alan sat in his chamber waiting
to be summoned to take part in this ceremony and listening the while to that Wow! Wow! Wow! of the death
drums, whereof Jeekie had once spoken in England, which could be clearly heard even above the perpetual
boom of the cataract tumbling down its cliff behind the town.
The Yellow Wall-Paper
The "rest cure" was prescribed to Gilman by Dr. S. Weir Mitchell, author of the Autobiography of a Quack
THE YOUNG AMERICAN
The habit of living in the presence of these invitations of natural wealth is not inoperative; and this habit, combined with the moral sentiment which, in the recent years, has interrogated every institution, usage, and law, has, naturally, given a strong direction to the wishes and aims of active young men to withdraw from cities, and cultivate the soil.
The Young Forester
The line of rolling cloud expanded, seemed to burst and roll upward, to bulge and mushroom. In a few
short moments it covered the second slope as far to the right and left as we could see. The under surface was
a bluish white. It shot up swiftly, to spread out into immense, slow-moving clouds of creamy yellow.
The Zambesi Expedition
We arrived at Zumbo, at the mouth of the Loangwa, on the 1st of November. The
water being scarcely up to the knee, our land party waded this river with ease. A
buffalo was shot on an island opposite Pangola's, the ball lodging in the spleen. It
was found to have been wounded in the same organ previously, for an iron bullet
was imbedded in it, and the wound entirely healed.--by David Livingstone
The Zeppelin's Passenger
A new tenseness seemed to have crept into the situation. The conversation, never without its emotional
tendencies, at once changed its character. Philippa, cold and reserved, with a threat lurking all the time in
her tone and manner, became its guiding spirit.
Theaetetus
SOCRATES: Herein lies the difficulty which I can never solve to my satisfaction--What is knowledge? Can we answer that question? What say you? which of us will speak first? whoever misses shall sit down, as at a game of ball, and shall be donkey, as the boys say; he who lasts out his competitors in the game without missing, shall be our king, and shall have the right of putting to us any questions which he pleases..
Their Pilgrimage
t was to him a
serious affair ever since that unsatisfactory note from Miss Benson; somehow the summer had lost its
sparkle. And yet was it not preposterous that a girl, just a single girl, should have the power to change
for a man the aspect of a whole coast-by her presence to make it iridescent with beauty, and by her
absence to take all the life out of it? And a simple girl from Ohio!
Their Silver Wedding Journey, V1
They began to amass maps and guides. She got a Baedeker for Austria and he got a Bradshaw for the continent, which was never of the least use there, but was for the present a mine of unavailable information. He got a phrase-book, too, and tried to rub up his German. He used to read German, when he was a boy, with a young enthusiasm for its romantic poetry
Their Silver Wedding Journey, V2
It appeared, while Miss Triscoe was shaking hands with March, that it was last night, and her father was finishing his breakfast, and it was one of the hotels on the hill. On the way back to her father it appeared that he wished to consult March's doctor; not that there was anything the matter.
Their Wedding Journey
As the train stopped, Isabel's heart beat with a child-like exultation, as I believe every one's heart must who is worthy to arrive at Niagara. She had been trying to fancy, from time to time, that she heard the roar of the cataract, and now, when she alighted from the car, she was sure she should have heard it but for the vulgar little noises that attend the arrival of trains at Niagara as well as everywhere else.
Theodore Roosevelt and His Times
There was plenty of work to be done in the Police Department. The conditions under which it must be done
were dishearteningly unfavorable. In the first place, the whole scheme of things was wrong. The Police
Department was governed by one of those bi-partisan commissions which well-meaning theorists are wont
sometimes to set up when they think that the important thing in government is to have things arranged so that
nobody can do anything harmful. -- By Harold Howland
They All Do It
Collection of pieces by 19th Century columnist J. M. Bailey.
They and I
I am a Republican in theory, but it grieved me that a son of mine could be drawn to such companionship. They contrived to keep it for a week--till the police found it one night, artfully hidden behind bushes. Logically, I do not see why stealing apples should be noble and stealing bicycles should be mean, but it struck me that way at the time. It was not the particular steal I had been hoping for. By Jerome K. Jerome.
This Side of Paradise
There was, also, a curious strain of weakness running
crosswise through his make-up ... a harsh phrase from the lips of an older boy (older boys usually detested
him) was liable to sweep him off his poise into surly sensitiveness, or timid stupidity ... he was a slave to his
own moods and he felt that though he was capable of recklessness and audacity, he possessed neither
courage, perseverance, nor self-respect.
Those Extraordinary Twins
"Why, ma, yes you do. They're so fine and handsome, and high-bred and polite, so every way superior to our gawks here in this village; why, they'll make life different from what it was--so humdrum and commonplace, you know--oh, you may be sure they're full of accomplishments, and knowledge of the world, and all that, that will be an immense advantage to society here. Don't you think so, ma?"
Three Ghost Stories
Includes The Signal-Man
Three Men in a Boat
Rather an amusing thing happened while dressing that morning. I was very cold when I got back into the boat,
and, in my hurry to get my shirt on, I accidentally jerked it into the water. It made me awfully wild, especially as
George burst out laughing. I could not see anything to laugh at, and I told George so, and he only laughed the
more. I never saw a man laugh so much.
Three Men on the Bummel
"No," I said, "the thing is to be frank and manly. I shall tell Ethelbertha that I have come to the conclusion a man
never values happiness that is always with him. I shall tell her that, for the sake of learning to appreciate my own
advantages as I know they should be appreciated, I intend to tear myself away from her and the children for at
least three weeks.
Through Russia
Over my head hung chestnut trees decked with gold; at my feet lay a mass of chestnut leaves which
resembled the amputated palms of human hands; on the opposite bank, where there waved,
tanglewise, the stripped branches of a hornbeam, an orange-tinted woodpecker was darting to and
fro, as though caught in the mesh of foliage--by Maxim Gorky
Through the Looking-Glass
`I should see the garden far better,' said Alice to herself, `if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that leads straight to it--at least, no, it doesn't do that--' (after going a few yards along the path, and turning several sharp corners), `but I suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, THIS turn goes to the hill, I suppose--no, it doesn't!
Thus Spake Zarathustra
I used to have a copy of the Portable Nietzche from Penguin or whoever. Most of part three from Zarathustra was gone, replaced by a repeated big chunk from part II, then went straight to part IV. You won't have that problem.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
Thuvia of Ptarth was no stranger to such places. During her wanderings in search of the River Iss, that time she had set out upon what, for countless ages, had been the last, long pilgrimage of Martians, toward the Valley Dor, where lies the Lost Sea of Korus, she had encountered several of these sad reminders of the greatness and the glory of ancient Barsoom.
Tik-Tok of Oz
Three days later the Grand Army of Oogaboo assembled in the square in front of the royal palace. The sixteen officers were attired in gorgeous uniforms and carried sharp, glittering swords. The Private had picked his gun and, although it was not a very big weapon, Files tried to look fierce and succeeded so well that all his commanding officers were secretly afraid of him
Timaeus
SOCRATES: I should like, before proceeding further, to tell you how I feel about the State which we have described. I might compare myself to a person who, on beholding beautiful animals either created by the painter's art, or, better still, alive but at rest, is seized with a desire of seeing them in motion or engaged in some struggle or conflict to which their forms appear suited; this is my feeling about the State which we have been describing.
To be Read at Dusk
'Bah!' said the German, presently. 'I speak of things that really do happen. When I want to see the conjurer, I pay to see a professed one, and have my money's worth. Very strange things do happen without ghosts. Ghosts! Giovanni Baptista, tell your story of the English bride. There's no ghost in that, but something full as strange. Will any man tell me what?' --by Charles Dickens
To Him That Hath
Sam Wigglesworth had finished with school, which is not quite the same as saying that he had finished his education. A number of causes had combined to bring this event to pass. First, Sam was beyond the age of compulsory attendance at the Public School, the School Register recording him as sixteen years old. Then, Sam's educational career had been anything but brilliant. Indeed, it might fairly be described as dull.
Told After Supper
(Do not ask me how it is that I recollect his own exact words-- whether I took them down in shorthand at the
time, or whether he had the story written out, and handed me the MS. afterwards for publication in this book,
because I should not tell you if you did. It is a trade secret.)
TOLL OF DEATH
It was Harry who was beckoning now, forgetful of the jagged, shadowy curve that was snaking toward him across the undulating ground. Almost despite themselves the other men were coming to help carry Ferris to the truck. Alive or dead, they weren't going to abandon the victim to that creeping monstrous blackness that soon would engulf the spot where he had fallen.
Tom Brown's School Days. By an Old
" Gone to ground, eh?" roared Flashman. "Push 'em out then, boys; look under the beds." And he pulled up the little white curtain of the one nearest him. "Who-o-op!" he roared, pulling away at the leg of a small boy, who held on tight to the leg of the bed, and sang out lustily for mercy. -- I kind of like the Flashman series by Frazier.
Tom Sawyer Abroad
One of several sequels.
Tom Sawyer, Detective
Another sequel. Hey, until demand surged, this was a mystery-only site.
Tom Swift Among the Diamond Makers
Tom Swift considered a few minutes. On the face of it, the proposition appealed to him. He had been home some time now after his adventures on Earthquake Island, and he was beginning to long for more excitement. The search for the mysterious mountain, and the cave of the diamond makers, might offer a new field for him. But there came to him a certain distrust of Mr. Jenks.
Tom Swift Among The Fire Fighters
Only momentarily was Tom Swift halted in his progress toward the scene of the blaze in the
fireworks factory. To him, and to the chum who sat beside him on the seat of the electric
runabout, it appeared that the blast had actually stopped the progress of the car. But perhaps
that was more their imagination than anything else, for the machine swept on down the hill, at
the foot of which was the conflagration.
Tom Swift And His Aerial Warship
High up aloft, over the blazing red shed, with its dangerous contents that any moment might explode, Tom Swift continued to hold his big dirigible balloon as near the flames as possible. And as he stood outside on the small deck in front of the pilot-house, where were located the various controls, the young inventor pulled the levers that emptied bag after bag of fine sand on the spouting flames
Tom Swift And His Air Glider
There were plenty of marks in the soft ground and turf, which was still damp from the night's rain, though it was now afternoon. Unfortunately, however, in approaching the house after leaving the aeroplane, Ned and Tom had not thought to exercise caution, and, not suspecting anything wrong, they had stepped on a number of footprints left by the kidnappers.
Tom Swift and His Air Scout
Any one who has taken a flight in an aeroplane or gone up in a balloon, will know exactly how Mary Nestor felt on this, her first sky ride of any distance. For a moment, as she looked over the side of the machine, she had a distinct impression, not that she was going up, but that some one had pulled the earth down from beneath her and, at the same time, given her a shove off into space. Such is the first sensation of going aloft.
Tom Swift and His Airship
"No, I'd rather not," answered the young inventor quickly. "Dad has had trouble enough with these fellows, and I don't want him to worry any more. Besides, he is working on a new invention, and if I tell him about the Happy Harry gang it will take his attention from it."
Tom Swift And His Big Tunnel
Professor Swyington Bumper seemed to live in a region all by himself. Though he was on board the Bellaconda, he might just as well have been in an airship, or riding along on the back of a donkey, as far as his knowledge, or recognition, of his surroundings went. He seemed to be thinking thoughts far, far away, and he was never without a book--either a bound volume or a note-book. In the former he buried his hawk-like nose
Tom Swift And His Electric Locomotive
But the man who had robbed Tom and later tried to repay him for playing what appeared to be a practical joke on the robber, did not trouble the Swift premises with his presence before morning. Koku, thrusting Eradicate Sampson aside and striding to his bedroom to report this fact, was what awoke Tom at eight o'clock.
Tom Swift And His Electric Runabout
The moment Tom disappeared behind his machine shop, Sam Snedecker began a desperate struggle to escape from Ned Newton. Now Ned was a muscular lad, but his work in the bank was confining, and he did not have the chance to get out doors and exercise, as Sam had. Consequently Ned had his hands full in holding to the squirming crony of Andy Foger.
Tom Swift And His Giant Cannon
Tom looked at Ned in dismay. After all their work and planning, to be thus thwarted, and by a mere technicality! As they stood there, hardly knowing what to do, the sound of a tremendous explosion came to their ears from behind the big pile of earth and concrete that formed the bomb-proof around the testing ground.
Tom Swift And His Motor-Boat
Whether Tom or Andy was the most surprised at the happening would be hard to say. The former had not meant to hit so hard and he certainly did not intend to knock the squint-eyed youth down. The latter's fall was due, as much as anything, to his senseless, rushing tactics and to the fact that he slipped on the green grass. The bully was up in a moment, however, but he knew better than to try conclusions with Tom again. Instead he stood out of reach and spluttered:
Tom Swift and His Motor-cycle
"That will do," answered our hero, and as he turned away from the window he saw that the man who had been inquiring about the mails was regarding him curiously. Tom thought nothing of it at the time, but there came an occasion when he wished that he had taken more careful note of the well-dressed individual. As the youth passed out of the outer door he saw the man walk over to the registry window.
Tom Swift And His Sky Racer
"Why, bless my shaving soap! I'm going to cut off my beard. If I go in a monoplane at a hundred miles an hour I don't want to make any more resistance to the wind than possible, and my whiskers would certainly hold back Tom's machine. Where's a razor? I'm going to shave at once. My wife won't mind when I tell her what it's for. Lend me a razor, please, Tom."
Tom Swift And His Submarine Boat
"Oh, dear! Some more of Captain Kidd's hidden hoard, I suppose?" ventured the housekeeper. "Don't you bother with it, Mr. Swift. I had a cousin once, and he got set in the notion that he knew where that pirate's treasure was. He spent all the money he had and all he could borrow digging for it, and he never found a penny. Don't waste your time on such foolishness.
Tom Swift And His Undersea Search
"Say, hold on there, Ned! Hold on! Where do you get that stuff; as the boys say? Has something gone wrong with one of the adding machines, or is it just on account of the heat? What's the big idea, anyhow? How many millions did you say?" and Tom Swift, the talented young inventor, looked at Ned Newton, his financial manager, with a quizzical smile.
Tom Swift And His War Tank
"I mean about his not enlisting. Do you think he's a slacker?"/"A slacker? Why, Father!"/"Oh, I don't mean he's afraid. We've seen proof enough of his courage, and all that. But I mean don't you think he wants stirring up a bit?"
Tom Swift And His Wizard Camera
Tom Swift looked somewhat in surprise at his strange visitor. It had all happened so suddenly, the offer had been such a strange one, the man himself--Mr. Period--was so odd, that our hero hardly knew what to think. The moving picture agent continued pacing up and down the room now and then looking at his watch as if to note when the five minutes had passed.
Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders
"I'm not afraid of ordinary shadows," answered Ned, and in his voice there was an uncertain tone. "I'm not afraid of my shadow or yours, Tom, or anybody's that I can see. But this wasn't any human shadow. It was as if a great big blob of wet darkness had been waved over your head."
Tom Tiddler's Ground
"A slothful, unsavoury, nasty reversal of the laws of human mature," said the Traveller; "and for the sake of GOD'S working world and its wholesomeness, both moral and physical, I would put the thing on the treadmill (if I had my way) wherever I found it; whether on a pillar, or in a hole; whether on Tom Tiddler's ground, or the Pope of Rome's ground, or a Hindoo fakeer's ground, or any other ground."
Tommy and Co.
Mrs. Postwhistle, who, in the days of her
Hebehood, had been likened by admiring frequenters of the old Mitre in Chancery Lane to the ladies,
somewhat emaciated, that an English artist, since become famous, was then commencing to popularise, had
developed with the passing years, yet still retained a face of placid youthfulness. The two facts, taken in
conjunction, had resulted in an asset to her income not to be despised.
Tono Bungay
And as I went along the embankment the first effect was all against my uncle. He shrank--for a little while he continued to shrink--in perspective until he was only a very small shabby little man in a dirty back street, sending off a few hundred bottles of rubbish to foolish buyers.
Topics
Any 'property' rendered is always either essential and permanent or relative and temporary: e.g. it
is an 'essential property' of man to be 'by nature a civilized animal': a 'relative property' is one like
that of the soul in relation to the body, viz. that the one is fitted to command, and the other to
obey
Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne
For some thoughts, which sure would be
the most beautiful, vanish before we can rightly scan their features; as though a god, travelling
by our green highways, should but ope the door, give one smiling look into the house, and go
again for ever. Was it Apollo, or Mercury, or Love with folded wings? Who shall say?
Treasure Island
IT was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs. It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring.
TREASURE TRAIL
Creeping along the roof, The Shadow reached the skylight. He found it loose; but he handled the weak fastening carefully, to make no noise. Hardly had he opened the skylight before he heard a purring noise from the front street. Peering over the roof edge, The Shadow saw the police commissioner's car.
Trees and Other Poems
I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree.//A tree whose hungry mouth is prest/Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
Trent's Last Case
Identified by Dorothy L. Sayers as the first modern mystery novel. Author E.C. Bentley was primarily a newspaperman.
Troilus and Criseyde
I've thought of putting this text in the Arthurian section, but then again, that might be pandering.
Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland
Since eight in the morning he had wandered among long
grasses, and ironstone kopjes, and stunted bush, and had come upon no sign of human habitation, but the remains of a burnt
kraal, and a down-trampled and now uncultivated mealie field, where a month before the Chartered Company's forces had
destroyed a native settlement.
Twelth Night, A Winter's Tale, the Tempest
That completes our collection of Shakespearian plays.
Twelve Stories and A Dream
That settles it, Pyecraft! Since you WILL be abject, since you WILL behave as though I was not a man of
honour, here, right under your embedded eyes, I write the thing down--the plain truth about Pyecraft. The
man I helped, the man I shielded, and who has requited me by making my club unendurable
TWENTY-THREE TALES
ONCE upon a time, in a certain province of a certain country, there lived a rich peasant, who had three sons: Simon the Soldier, Taras the Stout, and Ivan the Fool, besides an unmarried daughter, Martha, who was deaf and dumb. Simon the Soldier went to the wars to serve the king; Taras the Stout went to a merchant's in town to trade, and Ivan the Fool stayed at home with the lass, to till the ground till his back bent.
TWINS OF CRIME
Both figures staggered. There was a difference, however, in their action. The Shadow was finding his footing, Sheff was finding his gun. For The Shadow's shot had clipped Sheff in the arm while Sheff had merely whizzed a bullet through The Shadow's cloak folds to put an unsightly dent in the fake mahogany of the elevator wall.
Two Gentlemen of Verona
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:/
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits./Were't not affection chains thy tender days/To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
Two on a Tower
All night the astronomer's mind was on the stretch with curiosity as to what the Bishop could wish to
say to him. A dozen conjectures entered his brain, to be abandoned in turn as unlikely. That which
finally seemed the most plausible was that the Bishop, having become interested in his pursuits, and
entertaining friendly recollections of his father, was going to ask if he could do anything to help him
on in the profession he had chosen.
Two Penniless Princesses
George Douglas's chivalrous venture in defence of the falcon of his lady-love had certainly not
done much for him hitherto, as Davie observed. The Lady Joanna, as every one now called her,
took it as only the bounden duty and natural service of one of her suite, and would have cared
little for his suffering for it personally--by Charlotte M. Yonge
Two Years Before the Mast
Richard Henry Dana's novel of the sea.
Two Years in the Forbidden City
Princess Dar Ling's chronicle of life at court.
Typee
. Sailors are the only class of men who now-a-days see anything like stirring adventure; and many things which to fire-side people appear strange and romantic, to them seem as commonplace as a jacket out at elbows.
Ultima Thule
Here was Richard with his way
and his name to make, a practice to build up, connections to form; and, instead of taking every
hand that offered, he kept up his "Ultima Thule" habits of refusing invitations, shirking
introductions; and declined into this "let me alone and don't bother me" state
Ulysses
Voted the #1 Book of the 20th Century by at least a few terribly important people whose names escape me at the moment.
Uncle Tom's Cabin
Have yet to read Uncle Tom? Now's your chance.
Uncollected Prose
But perhaps we are telling our little story too gravely. There are always great arguments at hand
for a true action, even for the writing of a few pages. There is nothing but seems near it and
prompts it, -- the sphere in the ecliptic, the sap in the apple tree, -- every fact, every appearance
seem to persuade to it.
Unconscious Comedians
One morning as he ate his breakfast and cursed his fate, he picked up a newspaper savagely. The following lines, ending an article, struck Gazonal as if the mysterious voice which speaks to gamblers before they win had sounded in his ear: "Our celebrated landscape painter, Leon de Lora, lately returned from Italy, will exhibit several pictures at the Salon; thus the exhibition promises, as we see, to be most brilliant."
Under the Andes
It was really a question. Mercy and murder were alike impossible. We finally compromised by binding his wrists and ankles and trussing him up behind, using a portion of one of the spear-thongs for the purpose, and gagging him. Then we carried him behind a large boulder some distance from the ledge and tucked him away in a dark corner.
Under the Greenwood Tree, or the Mellstock Quire
William Dewy--otherwise grandfather William--was now about seventy; yet an ardent vitality still
preserved a warm and roughened bloom upon his face, which reminded gardeners of the sunny side of
a ripe ribstone-pippin; though a narrow strip of forehead, that was protected from the weather by lying
above the line of his hat-brim, seemed to belong to some town man, so gentlemanly was its whiteness.
Under the Red Robe
To the end of his life I have heard that the great king
loved this district, and would sigh, when years and State fell heavily on him, for the beech groves and
box-covered hills of South Bearn. From the terraced steps of Auch you can see the forest roll away in
light and shadow
Undermining the Constitution: A History Of Lawless Government
The most common disregard by Congress and the President of the Tenth Amendment, forbidding the
Nation to usurp powers not granted to it, and especially to stay away from the governmental field of
the States, has been in its persistent attempts, under the cloak of the Commerce Clause and of the
General Welfare Clause, to invade the police field of the States -- for the protection and care of the
health, safety, morals, education, and general well-being of the people --by Thomas James Norton
Undine
No other proof can I or will I produce, but this I will affirm in the presence of God. The
person who gave me this information was the very same who decoyed the infant Bertalda into the water, and
who, after thus taking her from her parents, placed her on the green grass of the meadow, where he knew the
duke was to pass."
UP FROM EARTH'S CENTER
The shriek broke off and fell away like a great fragment broken from a cliff and falling into space. There was silence and absolutely nothing in the silence. There was the silence for long enough to show that it had been a very effective shriek, one that had paralyzed the night. And then an old hen began cackling in alarm in a nearby henhouse, and in a moment at least fifty other hens joined her.
Ursula
The answer was not long in coming. As a result, in 1814, before the allied occupation, Joseph Mirouet had a home in Paris, where his wife died giving birth to a little girl, whom the doctor desired should be called Ursula after his wife. The father did not long survive the mother, worn out, as she was, by hardship and poverty. When dying the unfortunate musician bequeathed his daughter to the doctor
Valerius Terminus: of the Interpretation of Nature
For as for the uttermost antiquity which is like fame that muffles her head and tells tales, I cannot presume much of it; for I would not willingly imitate the manner of those that describe maps, which when they come to some far countries whereof they have no knowledge, set down how there be great wastes and deserts there: so I am not apt to affirm that they knew little, because what they knew is little known to us.
Valperga
His fancy only paused, when he would force it to adorn with beauty vice, death, and misery, when
disguised by a kingly robe, by the trappings of a victorious army, or the false halo of glory spread
over the smoking ruins of a ravaged town. Then his heart sickened, and the banners of triumph or
the song of victory could not drive from his recollection the varieties of death, and the groans of
torture that occasion such exultation to the privileged murderers of the earth.
Vanished Arizona
Subtitled: Recollections of the Army Life by a New England Woman-- by Martha Summerhayes.
VANISHED TREASURE
Roger dropped back. His own action wasn't swift enough to save him; but, again, his rescuer entered. With lengthy, sweeping strides, The Shadow had reached the alcove. His left arm thrust out with the motion of a driving piston. His fingers had the clutch of a vise, as they clamped upon Roger's shoulder.
Vanity Fair
Without knowing how, Captain William Dobbin found himself the great promoter, arranger, and manager of
the match between George Osborne and Amelia. But for him it never would have taken place: he could not but
confess as much to himself, and smiled rather bitterly as he thought that he of all men in the world should be
the person upon whom the care of this marriage had fallen.
Vendetta
When the painter and Ginevra thought themselves alone, Servin rapped in a peculiar manner on
the door of the dark garret, which turned at once on its rusty and creaking hinges. Ginevra then
saw a tall and well-made young man, whose Imperial uniform set her heart to beating. The
officer had one arm in a sling
VENGEANCE IS MINE!
"You are right, Cranston," he declared. "There is a deep mystery behind these murders. George Zanwood and Dudley Mook were slain for the same reason; and it dates back six years, to the time when each gained a huge sum of money through some illicit scheme. Mook did not guess that the past was the cause of Zanwood's death; therefore, Mook would never have told the truth about Zanwood
Verses 1889-1896
Now in Injia's sunny clime,/Where I used to spend my time/A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,/Of all them blackfaced crew/The finest man I knew/
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.--by Rudyard Kipling
Victory
Heyst was not conscious of either friends or of enemies. It was the very essence of his life to be a
solitary achievement, accomplished not by hermit-like withdrawal with its silence and immobility,
but by a system of restless wandering, by the detachment of an impermanent dweller amongst
changing scenes.
Vikram and the Vampire
Classic tales translated by Sir Richard Burton.
Villa Rubein and Other Stories
Miss Naylor continued to peer across the rosebush; but her thin face, close to the glistening leaves, had become oddly soft, pink, and girlish. At a deeper breath from Greta, the little lady put down her basket, and began to pace the lawn, followed dubiously by Scruff. It was thus that Christian came on them. -- Includes "Salvation of a Forsyte."
Villette
The next day, on my return from a long walk, I found, as I entered my bedroom, an unexpected change. In addition to my own French bed in its shady recess, appeared in a corner a small crib, draped with white; and in addition to my mahogany chest of drawers, I saw a tiny rosewood chest. I stood still, gazed, and considered.
Virgin Soil
Get compared a lot to Henry James' The Princess Casamassima; whether that's fair to Turgenev or not I leave to you.
Virginibus Puerisque
A young man was telling me the
sweet story of his loves. "I like it well enough as long as her sisters are there," said this amorous
swain; "but I don't know what to do when we're alone."
VOICE OF DEATH
"Nix, copper," interrupted Griff. "One more peep, I'll drill you! Kind of funny, ain't it, pulling that self-defense line. You weren't talking that way until I moved in. Sounds to me" - Griff turned his head toward Ted - "like somebody was pulling a phony dodge. Maybe it's a frame, Ted."
Volpone
A
Hold thee, Mosca,/Take of my hand; thou strik'st on truth, in all:/And they are enuious, terme thee Parasite./Call forth my Dwarfe, my Eunuch, and my Foole,/And let them make me sport.
VOODOO DEATH
It would mean a new statue in MacAbre's unlisted collection. A flash, a plop in the cauldron beside which Fandor and Jeno waited; then all would be over. Death from boiling bronze was practically instantaneous and it would simply be a case of fishing out the human statue, the way MacAbre had done with the wax figure when it gained its coating of bronze.
VOODOO TRAIL
The Shadow could now hear it. Dull, clumpy, monotonous, those beats were coming from both directions. They carried the thought of impending doom, arriving in slow-motion fashion. The effect resembled a nightmare; and its very slowness betokened power.
Waifs and Strays Part 1
Includes "the Detective Detector."
Waiting for Godot
Godot's famous play.
Wake Not The Dead
"Wilt thou for ever sleep? Wilt thou never more awake, my beloved, but henceforth repose for ever from thy short pilgrimage on earth? O yet once again return! and bring back with thee the vivifying dawn of hope to one whose existence hath, since thy departure, been obscured by the dunnest shades. -- Johann Ludwig Tieck
Walden
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again. -- includes Civil Disobedience
War and Peace
Trick for readers: stay loose through the peace parts; you'll get through.
War and the Future
The mountain warfare of Italy is extraordinarily unlike that upon any other front.
From the Isonzo to the Swiss frontier we are dealing with high mountains, cut by
deep valleys between which there is usually no practicable lateral communication.
Each advance must have the nature of an unsupported shove along a narrow
channel-- by HG Wells
War of the Classes
It is quite fair to say that I became a Socialist in a fashion somewhat similar to the way in which the Teutonic pagans became Christians--it was hammered into me. Not only was I not looking for Socialism at the time of my conversion, but I was fighting it. I was very young and callow, did not know much of anything, and though I had never even heard of a school called "Individualism,"
Washington and His Comrades in Arms
On the 16th of November took place the worst
disaster which had yet befallen American arms. Fort Washington, lying just south of the Harlem,
was the only point still held on Manhattan Island by the Americans. In modern war it has become
clear that fortresses supposedly strong may be only traps for their defenders.
Washington Irving
The tenure of a literary reputation is the most uncertain and fluctuating of all. The popularity of an
author seems to depend quite as much upon fashion or whim as upon a change in taste or in literary
form. Not only is contemporary judgment often at fault, but posterity is perpetually revising its
opinion. We are accustomed to say that the final rank of an author is settled by the slow consensus of
mankind in disregard of the critics
Washington Square
As a side note, the neighbhorhood where they shot the most recent film version of this book is approximately four blocks from the setting of HBO's "The Corner." Juxtapose...
Waverly, or 'Tis 60 Years Since
He was in his sixteenth year, when his habits of abstraction and love of solitude became so
much marked, as to excite Sir Everard's affectionate apprehension. He tried to counterbalance
these propensities, by engaging his nephew in field sports, which had been the chief pleasure
of his own youthful days.
Weir of Hermiston
THE Lord Justice-Clerk was a stranger in that part of the country; but his lady wife was known
there from a child, as her race had been before her. The old "riding Rutherfords of Hermiston,"
of whom she was the last descendant, had been famous men of yore, ill neighbours, ill subjects,
and ill husbands to their wives though not their properties.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses
Should I, too, wed as slave to Mode's decree, /And each thus found apart, of false desire,/A stolid line, whom no high aims will fire/As had fired ours could ever have mingled we; --by Thomas Hardy
Westward Ho!
If the Rose of Torridge herself had walked into the room, she could hardly have caused more blank astonishment than Frank's bold speech. Every guest turned red, and pale, and red again, and looked at the other as much as to say, "What right has any one but I to drink her? Lift your glass, and I will dash it out of your hand;" but Frank, with sweet effrontery, drank "The health of the Rose of Torridge--by Charles Kingsley
What Diantha Did
"It's not because I don't love you, Mother. It's because I do. And it's not because I don't love Ross either:--it's because I do. I want to take care of you, Mother, and make life easier for you as long as you live. I want to help him--to help carry that awful load--and I'm going--to--do--it!" --by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
What is Man? And Other Essays
O.M. Then perhaps there is something that he loves MORE than he loves peace--THE APPROVAL OF HIS NEIGHBORS AND THE PUBLIC. And perhaps there is something which he dreads more than he dreads pain--the DISAPPROVAL of his neighbors and the public. If he is sensitive to shame he will go to the field--not because his spirit will be ENTIRELY comfortable there
What is Your Culture to Me
The world, however, is not very much excited. The birth of a child is in itself marvelous, but it is so common. Over and over again, for hundreds of years, these young gentlemen have been coming forward with their specimens of learning, tied up in neat little parcels, all ready to administer, and warranted to be of the purest materials. The world is not unkind, it is not even indifferent, but it must be confessed that it does not act any longer as if it expected to be enlightened.
When a Man Marries
"So I do--I did," I supplemented. "But whether I like him or not has nothing to do with it. He has been injured--perhaps murdered"--I choked a little. "Which--which of you did it?"
When God Laughs and Other Stories
Ah Cho did not understand French. He sat in the crowded court room, very weary and bored,
listening to the unceasing, explosive French that now one official and now another uttered. It was
just so much gabble to Ah Cho, and he marvelled at the stupidity of the Frenchmen who took so
long to find out the murderer of Chung Ga, and who did not find him at all.
When the Sleeper Wakes
What a wonderfully complex thing! this simple seeming unity--the self! Who can trace its reintegration as morning after morning we awaken, the flux and confluence of its countless factors intenveaving, rebuilding, the dim first stirrings of the soul, the growth and synthesis of the unconscious to the subconscious, the sub-conscious to dawning consciousness, until at last we recognise ourselves again.
When the World Shook
That carved stone and the marble hand took a great hold of my imagination. What did they mean? How could they have come to the bottom of that hole, unless indeed they were part of some building and its ornaments which had been destroyed in the neighbourhood? The stone of which we had only uncovered a corner seemed far too big to have been carried there from any ship
When There's A Will
"I thought I was a murderess!" she cried. "Oh, the thought! Blood on my soul! Why, Minnie Waters, wherever did you get that sealskin coat!"
Where Angels Fear to Tread
EM Forster's depiction of an intricate custody battle, to say the least.
Whilomville Stories
The two victims opened wide eyes at each other. The fence separated them, and so
it was impossible for them to immediately engage; but they seemed to understand
that they were ultimately to be sacrificed to the ferocious aspirations of the other
boys, and each scanned the other to learn something of his spirit. They were not
angry at all.
White Fang
Dissed almost immediately as "The Call of the Tame." Leave it to you.
White Lies--Charles Reade
So wise, so proud, so little vain, so strong in health and wealth and honor, one would have said nothing less than an earthquake could shake this gentleman and his house. Yet both were shaken, though rooted by centuries to the soil; and by no vulgar earthquake.
WIELAND; OR THE TRANSFORMATION
In a state thus verging upon madness, my eye glanced upon Carwin. His astonishment appeared to have struck him motionless and dumb. My life was in danger, and my brother's hand was about to be embrued in my blood. I firmly believed that Carwin's was the instigation. I could rescue me from this abhorred fate; I could dissipate this tremendous illusion;
Wild Animals I Have Known
Old Lobo, or the king, as the Mexicans called him, was the gigantic leader of a remarkable pack of gray wolves, that had ravaged the Currumpaw Valley for a number of years. All the shepherds and ranchmen knew him well, and, wherever he appeared with his trusty band, terror reigned supreme among the cattle, and wrath and despair among their owners. Old Lobo was a giant among wolves, and was cunning and strong in proportion to his size.--by Ernest Thompson Seton
Wildfire
The red stallion did not appear to be hurt. The twitching of his muscles must have been caused by the cactus
spikes embedded in him. There were drops of blood all over one side. Lucy thought she dared to try to pull
these thorns out. She had never in her life been afraid of any horse. Farlane, Holley, all the riders, and her
father, too, had tried to make her realize the danger in a horse, sooner or later.
William The Conqueror
E. A. Freemen's account of the events before and after the Battle of Hastings, and the man behind it.
Windsor Castle
Amid the gloom hovering over the early history of Windsor Castle appear the mighty phantoms of the renowned King Arthur
and his knights, for whom it is said Merlin reared a magic fortress upon its heights, in a great hall whereof, decorated with
trophies of war and of the chase, was placed the famous Round Table. But if the antique tale is now worn out, and no longer
part of our faith, it is pleasant at least to record it.
Winesburg, Ohio
Through street after street went George Willard, avoiding the people who passed. He crossed and recrossed the road. When he passed a street lamp he pulled his hat down over his face. He did not dare think. In his mind there was a fear but it was a new kind of fear. He was afraid the adventure on which he had set out would be spoiled, that he would lose courage and turn back.--First book I ever formatted
With Lee in Virginia: A Story of the American Civil War
Sometimes Ashley would draw together a score of troopers, and crossing the river in a ferryboat, would ride
twenty miles north, and, dashing into quiet villages, astonish the inhabitants by the sight of the Confederate
uniform. Then the villagers would be questioned as to the news that had reached them of the movement of the
troops; the post office would be seized and the letters broken open; any useful -information contained in them
being noted.
WIZARD OF CRIME
For reply, Ralph produced the letter that old Carruthers had given him. It was phrased in such glowing terms that other readers had probably discounted it. But the recommendation seemed to make a strong impression upon Frederick Glenny, which did not surprise Ralph at all, considering his prompt delivery of Jerry's two thousand dollars.
WIZARD OF CRIME (2)
In brief, just as Kauger's scheming mind had turned the wheels of crime within crime, so could the physical Kauger be traced within the heavier physical frame of Paxton. But the stronger link between the two was of the mental type. King Kauger had been a financial wizard, with criminals as his clients. Waldo Paxton was the same, but he dealt with reputable businessmen.
Women and Labour
In that clamour which has arisen in the modern world, where now this, and then that, is demanded for and by
large bodies of modern women, he who listens carefully may detect as a keynote, beneath all the clamour, a
demand which may be embodied in such a cry as this: Give us labour and the training which fits for labour!
We demand this, not for ourselves alone, but for the race.
Women in the Life of Balzac
Thus began a business relation which, like many of Balzac's financial affairs, was to end unhappily. At first he liked her very much and dined with her, meeting in her company such noted literary men as Beranger, but as usual, he delayed completing his work, meanwhile resorting, in mitigation of his offense, to tactics such as the following words will indicate: ". . . a pretty watch given at the right moment to Madame Bechet --by Juanita H. Floyd
Wood Beyond the World
But on the fifth morrow the ground rose but little, and at last, when he had been going wearily a long while, and now, hard on noontide, his thirst grieved him sorely, he came on a spring welling out from under a high rock, the water wherefrom trickled feebly away. So eager was he to drink, that at first he heeded nought else; but when his thirst was fully quenched his eyes caught sight of the stream which flowed from the well, and he gave a shout, for lo! it was running south.
Worldly Ways and Byways
Philosophers tell us, that we should seek happiness only in the calm of our own minds, not allowing
external conditions or the opinions of others to influence our ways. This lofty detachment from
environment is achieved by very few. Indeed, the philosophers themselves (who may be said to have
invented the art of "posing") were generally as vain as peacocks, profoundly pre-occupied with the
verdict of their contemporaries--by Eliot Gregory
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff! Madness! Revenge! And oh yeah, some funky cherubs. -- By Emily Bronte
Wyoming, a Story of the Outdoor West
Deep in her heart she resented the conviction forced upon her. Reckless he undoubtedly was, at odds with the law surely, but it was hard to admit that attractive personality to be the mask of fiendish cruelty and sinister malice. And yet--the facts spoke for themselves. He had not even attempted a denial. Still there was a mystery about him, else how was it possible for two so distinct personalities to dwell together in the same body.
XITLI, GOD OF FIRE
The museum, built in the form of a pyramid, stood on the outskirts of the city, and its glistening white steps immediately caught the eye. Though only a hundred-odd feet in height, its shape made it appear much greater, and the architectural beauty gained a final touch from the surmounting temple that capped the pyramid.
You Never Can Tell
McCOMAS. Howled at! My dear good lady: there is nothing in any of those views now-a-days to prevent her from marrying a bishop. You reproached me just now for having become respectable. You were wrong: I hold to our old opinions as strongly as ever. I don't go to church; and I don't pretend I do. I call myself what I am: a Philosophic Radical, standing for liberty and the rights of the individual, as I learnt to do from my master Herbert Spencer.
YOUNG MEN OF DEATH
By the time a startled chauffeur had jammed on his brakes and allowed the cops to commandeer his vehicle, the murder car had a neat start. It was easy to follow. The snarl of its motor had drawn the attention of dozens of pedestrians to its swift getaway. Voices shouted to the cops on the pursuing vehicle. Fingers pointed out the trail.
Your Five Gallants
GOLDSTONE /For instance; /
[To Pursenet] Put case yourself, after some robbery done, /Were pursu'd hardly, why, there were your shelter, /You know your sanctuary; nay, say you were taken, /His letter to the justice will strike't dead: 'Tis policy to receive one for the head.
Youth
PAPA was seldom at home that spring. Yet, whenever he was so, he seemed extraordinarily cheerful as he either strummed his favourite pieces on the piano or looked roguishly at us and made jokes about us all, not excluding even Mimi. For instance, he would say that the Tsarevitch himself had seen Mimi at the rink, and fallen so much in love with her that he had presented a petition to the Synod for divorce
YUNMEN'S BRIGHT LIGHT
At last every vestige of self-awareness will disappear and you will feel like a cloudless sky. Within yourself you will find no "I", nor will you discover anyone who hears. This Mind is like the void, yet it hasn't a single spot that can be called empty. Do not mistake this state for self-realisation, but continue to ask yourself even more intensely, "Now who is it that hears?" --translated by ROSS BOLLETER
Yvain or, The Knight with the Lion
The King could not reply to all before he saw the lady coming toward him to hold his
stirrup. However, he would not wait for this, but hastened to dismount himself as soon as he caught
sight of her. Then she salutes him with these words: "Welcome a hundred thousand times to the
King, my lord, and blessed be his nephew, my lord Gawain!"
Z. Marcas
In these days, when everything is an intellectual competition, a man must be able to sit forty-eight hours on end in his chair before a table, as a General could remain for two days on horseback and in his saddle.
Zanoni
"The Rosicrucians!" repeated the old gentleman, and in his turn he surveyed me with deliberate surprise. "Who but a Rosicrucian could explain the Rosicrucian mysteries! And can you imagine that any members of that sect, the most jealous of all secret societies, would themselves lift the veil that hides the Isis of their wisdom from the world?"
Zuleika Dobson
For a young man, sleep is a sure solvent of distress. There whirls not for him in the night any so
hideous a phantasmagoria as will not become, in the clarity of next morning, a spruce procession for
him to lead. Brief the vague horror of his awakening; memory sweeps back to him, and he sees
nothing dreadful after all.
