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War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 12 War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 12

War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 12
The Rostovs remained in Moscow till the first of September, that is,till the eve of the enemy's entry into the city.After Petya had joined Obolenski's regiment of Cossacks and left forBelaya Tserkov where that regiment was forming, the countess wasseized with terror. The thought that both her sons were at the war,had both gone from under her wing, that today or tomorrow either orboth of them might be killed like the three sons of one of heracquaintances, struck her that summer for the first time... Long Stories - Post by : michiyo - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 468

War And Peace - Book Thirteen: 1812 - Chapter 14 War And Peace - Book Thirteen: 1812 - Chapter 14

War And Peace - Book Thirteen: 1812 - Chapter 14
Through the cross streets of the Khamovniki quarter the prisonersmarched, followed only by their escort and the vehicles and wagonsbelonging to that escort, but when they reached the supply stores theycame among a huge and closely packed train of artillery mingled withprivate vehicles.At the bridge they all halted, waiting for those in front to getacross. From the bridge they had a view of endless lines of movingbaggage trains before and behind them. To the right theKaluga road turns near Neskuchny,... Long Stories - Post by : johannes - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 955

War And Peace - Book Fourteen: 1812 - Chapter 1 War And Peace - Book Fourteen: 1812 - Chapter 1

War And Peace - Book Fourteen: 1812 - Chapter 1
The Battle of Borodino, with the occupation of Moscow thatfollowed it and the flight of the French without further conflicts, isone of the most instructive phenomena in history.All historians agree that the external activity of states andnations in their conflicts with one another is expressed in wars,and that as a direct result of greater or less success in war thepolitical strength of states and nations increases or decreases.Strange as may be the historical account of how some king oremperor,... Long Stories - Post by : Netbiz4i - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2312

Obsequial Ode Obsequial Ode

Obsequial Ode
SURELY you've trodden straightTo the very door!Surely you took your fateFaultlessly. Now it's too lateTo say more. It is evident you were right, That man has a course to goA voyage to sail beyond the charted seas.You have passed from out of sight And my questions blowBack from the straight horizon that ends all one sees. Now like a vessel in port You unlade your riches unto death,And glad are the eager dead to receive you there. Let the dead sortYour cargo out, breath from breathLet them disencumber... Poems - Post by : venomous012u - Author : D. H. Lawrence - Read : 1571

Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium

Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium
'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air,Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.I pondered on the woes of lost mankind, I pondered on the ceaseless rage of Kings;My rapt soul dwelt upon the ties that bindThe mazy volume of commingling things,When fell and wild misrule to man stern sorrow brings.I heard a yell--it was not the knell, When the blasts on the wild lake sleep,That floats on the pause of the... Poems - Post by : wjteller - Author : Percy Bysshe Shelley - Read : 1646

Barnaby Rudge - Chapter 18 Barnaby Rudge - Chapter 18

Barnaby Rudge - Chapter 18
Gliding along the silent streets, and holding his course where they were darkest and most gloomy, the man who had left the widow's house crossed London Bridge, and arriving in the City, plunged into the backways, lanes, and courts, between Cornhill and Smithfield; with no more fixedness of purpose than to lose himself among their windings, and baffle pursuit, if any one were dogging his steps.It was the dead time of the night, and all was quiet. Now and then a drowsy watchman's footsteps sounded... Long Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 1879

The Cuckoo And The Nightingale The Cuckoo And The Nightingale

The Cuckoo And The Nightingale
(THE noble vindication of true love, as an exalting, purifying, and honour-conferring power, which Chaucer has made in "The Court of Love," is repeated in "The Cuckoo and the Nightingale." At the same time, the close of the poem leads up to "The Assembly of Fowls;" for, on the appeal of the Nightingale, the dispute between her and the Cuckoo, on the merits and blessings of love, is referred to a parliament of birds, to be held on the morrow after Saint Valentine's Day. True, the assembly of the feathered... Poems - Post by : gtpinc - Author : Geoffrey Chaucer - Read : 2896

The Last Word The Last Word

The Last Word
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still. They out-talk'd thee, hiss'd thee, tore thee? Better men fared thus before thee; Fired their ringing shot and pass'd, Hotly charged--and sank at last. Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When the forts of folly... Poems - Post by : Jerry_Zhou - Author : Matthew Arnold - Read : 555

Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers

Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest curse, While you glorify the bully and take the spieler's part -- You're a clever southern writer, scarce inferior to Bret Harte. If you sing of waving grasses when the plains are dry as bricks, And discover shining rivers where there's only mud and sticks; If you picture 'mighty forests' where the mulga spoils the view -- You're superior to Kendall, and ahead of Gordon too. If you... Poems - Post by : svisj - Author : Henry Lawson - Read : 328

Anna Karenina - Part six - Chapter 7 Anna Karenina - Part six - Chapter 7

Anna Karenina - Part six - Chapter 7
Levin came back to the house only when they sent to summon him tosupper. On the stairs were standing Kitty and Agafea Mihalovna,consulting about wines for supper."But why are you making all this fuss? Have what we usually do.""No, Stiva doesn't drink ...Kostya, stop, what's the matter?"Kitty began, hurrying after him, but he strode ruthlessly away tothe dining-room without waiting for her, and at once joined inthe lively general conversation which was being maintained thereby Vassenka Veslovsky and... Long Stories - Post by : Betty_Cleveland - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 970

The Land Of Fable The Land Of Fable

The Land Of Fable
("L'Orient! qu'y voyez-vous, poetes?")(PRELUDE, b.)Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes, Unto the East, and say what there appears!"Alas!" the voice of Poesy replies, "Mystic's that light between the hemispheres!""Yes, dread's the mystic light in yonder heaven-- Dull is the gleam behind the distant hill;Like feeble flashes in the welkin driven, When the far thunder seems as it were still!"But who can tell if that uncertain glare Be Phoebus' self, adorned with glowing vest;Or, if illusions,... Poems - Post by : Mike_Barcus - Author : Victor Hugo - Read : 1875

The Morrow Of Grandeur The Morrow Of Grandeur

The Morrow Of Grandeur
("Non, l'avenir n'est a personne!")(V. ii., August, 1832.)Sire, beware, the future's range Is of God alone the power,Naught below but augurs change, E'en with ev'ry passing hour.Future! mighty mystery!All the earthly goods that be,Fortune, glory, war's renown,King or kaiser's sparkling crown,Victory! with her burning wings,Proud ambition's covetings,-- These may our grasp no more detainThan the free bird who doth alightUpon our roof, and takes its flight High into air again.Nor smile, nor tear, nor... Poems - Post by : D.Newton - Author : Victor Hugo - Read : 1606

On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing

On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing
On Hearing the Princess Royal(1) Sing("Dans ta haute demeure.")(Bk. III. ix., 1881.)In thine abode so high Where yet one scarce can breathe,Dear child, most tenderly A soft song thou dost wreathe.Thou singest, little girl-- Thy sire, the King is he:Around thee glories whirl, But all things sigh in thee.Thy thought may seek not wings Of speech; dear love's forbidden;Thy smiles, those heavenly things, Being faintly born, are chidden.Thou feel'st, poor little Bride, A hand unknown and chillClasp thine... Poems - Post by : alexander12 - Author : Victor Hugo - Read : 1867

The Jungle - Chapter 19 The Jungle - Chapter 19

The Jungle - Chapter 19
"Madame Haupt, Hebamme, ran a sign, swinging from a second-story window over a saloon on the avenue; at a side door was another sign, with a hand pointing up a dingy flight of stairs. Jurgis went up them, three at a time. Madame Haupt was frying pork and onions, and had her door half open to let out the smoke. When he tried to knock upon it, it swung open the rest of the way, and he had a glimpse of her, with a black bottle turned up to her lips. Then he knocked louder, and she started and put... Long Stories - Post by : DaveS - Author : Upton Sinclair - Read : 1238

Ye Story Of A Blue China Plate Ye Story Of A Blue China Plate

Ye Story Of A Blue China Plate
There was a Cochin Chinaman, Whose name it was Ah-Lee And the same was just as fine a man As you could wish to see, For he was rich and strong, And his queue was extra long,And he lived on rice and fish and chiccory. Which he had a lovely daughter, And her name was Mai-Ri-An, And the youthful Wang who sought her Hand was but a poor young man; So her haughty father said, "You shall never, never wedSuch a pauper as this penniless young man!" So the daughter and her lover,... Poems - Post by : cyberbob - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 2537

A Victim To Science A Victim To Science

A Victim To Science
Th're were two wise physicians once, of glory and renown,Who went to take a little walk nigh famous Concord town.Oh! very, very great and wise and learned men were they,And wise and learned was th'r talk, as they walked on th'r way.And as they walked and talked and talked, they came to wh're they foundA Crow as black as any hat, a-sitting on ye ground.Ye Crow was very, very sick, as you may quickly seeBy just looking at ye picture th't is drawn h're by me.Now wh'n ye doctors came to him they mended... Poems - Post by : kristisayles - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 399

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 77 - Haidee The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 77 - Haidee

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 77 - Haidee
Scarcely had the count's horses cleared the angle of theboulevard, than Albert, turning towards the count, burstinto a loud fit of laughter -- much too loud in fact not togive the idea of its being rather forced and unnatural."Well," said he, "I will ask you the same question whichCharles IX. put to Catherine de Medicis, after the massacreof Saint Bartholomew, `How have I played my little part?'""To what do you allude?" asked Monte Cristo."To the installation of my rival at M. Danglars'.""What rival?""Ma... Long Stories - Post by : chipper - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 401

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 80 - The Accusation The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 80 - The Accusation

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 80 - The Accusation
M. D'Avrigny soon restored the magistrate to consciousness,who had looked like a second corpse in that chamber ofdeath. "Oh, death is in my house!" cried Villefort."Say, rather, crime!" replied the doctor."M. d'Avrigny," cried Villefort, "I cannot tell you all Ifeel at this moment, -- terror, grief, madness.""Yes," said M. d'Avrigny, with an imposing calmness, "but Ithink it is now time to act. I think it is time to stop thistorrent of mortality. I can no longer bear to be inpossession of these secrets... Long Stories - Post by : paulj93 - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 1661

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker

The Count Of Monte Cristo - Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker
The evening of the day on which the Count of Morcerf hadleft Danglars' house with feelings of shame and anger at therejection of the projected alliance, M. Andrea Cavalcanti,with curled hair, mustaches in perfect order, and whitegloves which fitted admirably, had entered the courtyard ofthe banker's house in La Chaussee d'Antin. He had not beenmore than ten minutes in the drawing-room before he drewDanglars aside into the recess of a bow-window, and, afteran ingenious preamble, related to him all... Long Stories - Post by : marketing - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 1043

Outpost, Or Dora Darling And Little Sunshine - Chapter VI - MOTHER WINCH Outpost, Or Dora Darling And Little Sunshine - Chapter VI - MOTHER WINCH

Outpost, Or Dora Darling And Little Sunshine - Chapter VI - MOTHER WINCH
IN a narrow court, hardly lighted by the one gas-light flaring atits entrance, 'Toinette stopped, and, looking dismally about her,began at last to cry. At the sound, a crooked old woman, with agreat bag on her back, who had been resting upon the step of a doorclose by, although the little girl had not noticed her, rose, andcame toward her."What's the matter, young one?" asked the old woman harshly."I don't know the way home, and I'm lost!" said 'Toinette, wipingher eyes, and looking doubtfully at... Long Stories - Post by : EbayChina - Author : Jane Goodwin Austin - Read : 1775