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by Elizabeth Gaskell This is an excerpt of Ms. Gaskell’s book The Life of Charlotte Bronte (1857), published in the collection: Women of History: Selected

by Lucy Maud Montgomery Uncle Jesse! The name calls up the vision of him as I saw him so often in those two enchanted summers

by Herman Melville What grand irregular thunder, thought I, standing on my hearth-stone among the Acroceraunian hills, as the scattered bolts boomed overhead, and crashed

by Stewart Edward White I Barbara hesitated long between the open-work stockings and the plain-silk, but finally decided on the former. Then she vouchsafed a

The Lilies by Kate Chopin THAT little vagabond Mamouche amused himself one afternoon by letting down the fence rails that protected Mr. Billy’s young crop

by Rudyard Kipling If you consider the circumstances of the case, it was the only thing that he could do. But Pambe Serang has been

The Lilly’s Quest by Nathaniel Hawthorne AN APOLOGUE. Two lovers once upon a time had planned a little summer-house in the form of an antique

by Aesop A Lion and an Ass agreed to go hunting together. In their search for game the hunters saw a number of Wild Goats

by Aesop One day as the Lion walked proudly down a forest aisle, and the animals respectfully made way for him, an Ass brayed a

The Lion And The Sun by Anton Chekhov IN one of the towns lying on this side of the Urals a rumour was afloat that

by Aesop A Lion lay asleep in the forest, his great head resting on his paws. A timid little Mouse came upon him unexpectedly, and

by Aesop “Away with you, vile insect!” said a Lion angrily to a Gnat that was buzzing around his head. But the Gnat was not

by Aesop A long time ago, the Lion, the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf agreed to go hunting together, sharing with each other whatever

by Aesop Just as a great Bear rushed to seize a stray kid, a Lion leaped from another direction upon the same prey. The two

by Aesop A Lion, an Ass, and a Fox were hunting in company, and caught a large quantity of game. The Ass was asked to

The Literary Life of Thingum Bob, Esq. by Edgar Allan Poe I am now growing in years, and—since I understand that Shakespeare and Mr. Emmons

by Algernon Blackwood Sept. 4.—I have hunted all over London for rooms suited to my income—£120 a year—and have at last found them. Two rooms,

by Algernon Blackwood He was on his way from his bachelor flat to the club, a man of middle age with a slight stoop, and

by Lucy Maud Montgomery Everybody in the Marshall household was excited on the evening of the concert at the Harbour Light Hotel—everybody, even to Little

by Guy de Maupassant He was a tall man of forty or thereabout, this Jules Chicot, the innkeeper of Spreville, with a red face and

by Mary Roberts Rinehart In a miserable old house, in Commerce street, north of Pratt street Baltimore,–there are fine stores there now–lived a shoemaker, whose

by Katherine Mansfield OH, dear, how she wished that it wasn’t night-time. She’d have much rather travelled by day, much much rather. But the lady

by H. P. Lovecraft “Heave to, there’s something floating to the leeward” the speaker was a short stockily built man whose name was William Jones.

by L. Frank Baum There was a little man and he had a little gun, And the bullets were made of lead, lead, lead. He