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Three Men On The Bummel - Chapter 5 Three Men On The Bummel - Chapter 5

Three Men On The Bummel - Chapter 5
CHAPTER VA necessary digression--Introduced by story containing moral--One of the charms of this book--The Journal that did not command success--Its boast: "Instruction combined with Amusement"--Problem: say what should be considered instructive and what amusing--A popular game--Expert opinion on English law--Another of the charms of this book--A hackneyed tune--Yet a third charm of this book--The sort of wood it was where the maiden lived--Description of the Black Forest.A story is told of a Scotchman... Long Stories - Post by : vbhnl - Author : Jerome K Jerome - Read : 2876

Liza Of Lambeth - Chapter 5 Liza Of Lambeth - Chapter 5

Liza Of Lambeth - Chapter 5
As soon as Liza had recovered herself she started examining the people on the brake; and first of all she took stock of the woman whom Jim Blakeston had with him.'This is my missus!' said Jim, pointing to her with his thumb.'You ain't been dahn in the street much, 'ave yer?' said Liza, by way of making the acquaintance.'Na,' answered Mrs. Blakeston, 'my youngster's been dahn with the measles, an' I've 'ad my work cut out lookin' after 'im.''Oh, an' is 'e all right now?''Yus, 'e's gettin' on fine,... Long Stories - Post by : codebluenj - Author : W. Somerset Maugham - Read : 1710

At The Dinner-table At The Dinner-table

At The Dinner-table
I sat at dinner in my prime,And glimpsed my face in the sideboard-glass,And started as if I had seen a crime,And prayed the ghastly show might pass.Wrenched wrinkled features met my sight,Grinning back to me as my own;I well-nigh fainted with affrightAt finding me a haggard crone.My husband laughed. He had slily setA warping mirror there, in whimTo startle me. My eyes grew wet;I spoke not all the eve to him.He was sorry, he said, for what he had done,And took away the distorting glass,Uncovering... Poems - Post by : igor888 - Author : Thomas Hardy - Read : 2531

On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School

On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School
(1) Where are those honours, IDA! once your own, When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail'd a Barbarian in her Caesar's place, So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate, And seat _Pomposus_ where your _Probus_ sate. Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul, Pomposus holds you in his harsh controul; Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd, With florid jargon, and with vain parade; With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules, (Such as were... Poems - Post by : tommy - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 538

On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday

On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday
4th November 1793.Old Winter, with his frosty beard,Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:"What have I done of all the year,To bear this hated doom severe?My cheerless suns no pleasure know;Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow;My dismal months no joys are crowning,But spleeny English hanging, drowning."Now Jove, for once be mighty civil.To counterbalance all this evil;Give me, and I've no more to say,Give me Maria's natal day!That brilliant gift shall so enrich me,Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot... Poems - Post by : CharlesWest - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 585

The Reformer The Reformer

The Reformer
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,Smiting the godless shrines of manAlong his path.The Church, beneath her trembling dome,Essayed in vain her ghostly charmWealth shook within his gilded homeWith strange alarm.Fraud from his secret chambers fledBefore the sunlight bursting inSloth drew her pillow o'er her headTo drown the din."Spare," Art implored, "yon holy pile;That grand, old, time-worn turret spare;"Meek Reverence, kneeling in the aisle,Cried out, "Forbear!"Gray-bearded... Poems - Post by : crochet50 - Author : John Greenleaf Whittier - Read : 2034

The Song Of The Sons The Song Of The Sons

The Song Of The Sons
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door -- Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more! From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed, Turn, and the world is thine. Mother, be proud of thy seed! Count, are we feeble or few? Hear, is our speech so rude? Look, are we poor in the land? Judge, are we men of The Blood? Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them in -- We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin. Not in the dark... Poems - Post by : Rod_Larkins - Author : Rudyard Kipling - Read : 1325

In Laleham Churchyard In Laleham Churchyard

In Laleham Churchyard
(AUGUST 18, 1890)'Twas at this season, year by year,The singer who lies songless hereWas wont to woo a less austere, Less deep repose,Where Rotha to Winandermere Unresting flows,--Flows through a land where torrents callTo far-off torrents as they fall,And mountains in their cloudy pall Keep ghostly state,And Nature makes majestical Man's lowliest fate.There, 'mid the August glow, still cameHe of the twice-illustrious name,The loud impertinence of fame Not loth to flee--Not loth with brooks and fells... Poems - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Author : William Watson - Read : 2149

On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion

On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion
What! and shall _we_, with such submissive airsAs age demands in reverence from the young,Await these crumbs of praise from Europe flung,And doubt of our own greatness till it bearsThe signet of your Goethes or Voltaires?We who alone in latter times have sungWith scarce less power than Arno's exiled tongue--We who are Milton's kindred, Shakespeare's heirs.The prize of lyric victory who shall gainIf ours be not the laurel, ours the palm?More than the froth and flotsam of the Seine,More than your Hugo-flare... Poems - Post by : crafty - Author : William Watson - Read : 2418

War And Peace - Book Nine: 1812 - Chapter 8 War And Peace - Book Nine: 1812 - Chapter 8

War And Peace - Book Nine: 1812 - Chapter 8
After his interview with Pierre in Moscow, Prince Andrew went toPetersburg, on business as he told his family, but really to meetAnatole Kuragin whom he felt it necessary to encounter. On reachingPetersburg he inquired for Kuragin but the latter had already left thecity. Pierre had warned his brother-in-law that Prince Andrew was onhis track. Anatole Kuragin promptly obtained an appointment from theMinister of War and went to join the army in Moldavia. While inPetersburg Prince Andrew met Kutuzov,... Long Stories - Post by : DonTino - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2525

Miss Edith Makes Another Friend Miss Edith Makes Another Friend

Miss Edith Makes Another Friend
Oh, you're the girl lives on the corner? Come in--if you want to--come quick! There's no one but me in the house, and the cook--but she's only a stick. Don't try the front way, but come over the fence--through the window--that's how. Don't mind the big dog--he won't bite you--just see him obey me! there, now! What's your name? Mary Ellen? How funny! Mine's Edith--it's nicer, you see; But yours does for you, for you're plainer, though maybe you're gooder than me; For Jack says I'm sometimes a devil,... Poems - Post by : capjoe - Author : Bret Harte - Read : 1777

The Turn Of The Screw - Chapter XI The Turn Of The Screw - Chapter XI

The Turn Of The Screw - Chapter XI
It was not till late next day that I spoke to Mrs. Grose; the rigor with which I kept my pupils in sight making it often difficult to meet her privately, and the more as we each felt the importance of not provoking--on the part of the servants quite as much as on that of the children--any suspicion of a secret flurry or that of a discussion of mysteries. I drew a great security in this particular from her mere smooth aspect. There was nothing in her fresh face to pass on to others my horrible confidences.... Long Stories - Post by : Stilbox - Author : Henry James - Read : 968

The Turn Of The Screw - Preface The Turn Of The Screw - Preface

The Turn Of The Screw - Preface
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be, I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it was the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallen on a child. The case, I may mention, was that of an apparition in just such an old house as had gathered us for the occasion-- an appearance, of a dreadful kind, to a little... Long Stories - Post by : alchemy - Author : Henry James - Read : 1057

Uncle Tom's Cabin - Volume II - Chapter XXVIII - Reunion Uncle Tom's Cabin - Volume II - Chapter XXVIII - Reunion

Uncle Tom's Cabin - Volume II - Chapter XXVIII - Reunion
Week after week glided away in the St. Clare mansion, andthe waves of life settled back to their usual flow thatlittle bark had gone down. For how imperiously, how coolly, indisregard of all one's feeling, does the hard, cold, uninterestingcourse of daily realities move on! Still must we eat, and drink,and sleep, and wake again,--still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answerquestions,--pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interestin them be over; the cold mechanical habit of living remaining,after... Long Stories - Post by : mjaiken - Author : Harriet Beecher Stowe - Read : 958

Religio Medici Religio Medici

Religio Medici
1 God's own best will bide the test, And God's own worst will fall; But, best or worst or last or first, He ordereth it all. 2 For all is good, if understood, (Ah, could we understand!) And right and ill are tools of skill Held in His either hand. 3 The harlot and the anchorite, The martyr and the rake, Deftly He fashions each aright,... Poems - Post by : nickco - Author : Arthur Conan Doyle - Read : 2812

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XX The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XX

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Chapter XX
September 24th. - In the morning I rose, light and cheerful - nay, intensely happy. The hovering cloud cast over me by my aunt's views, and by the fear of not obtaining her consent, was lost in the bright effulgence of my own hopes, and the too delightful consciousness of requited love. It was a splendid morning; and I went out to enjoy it, in a quiet ramble, in company with my own blissful thoughts. The dew was on the grass, and ten thousand gossamers were waving in the breeze; the happy red-breast... Long Stories - Post by : Amar_Mehta - Author : Anne Bronte - Read : 2082

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XLVII - The Grotto of Locmaria The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XLVII - The Grotto of Locmaria

The Man In The Iron Mask - Chapter XLVII - The Grotto of Locmaria
The cavern of Locmaria was sufficiently distant from the mole to renderit necessary for our friends to husband their strength in order to reachit. Besides, night was advancing; midnight had struck at the fort.Porthos and Aramis were loaded with money and arms. They walked, then,across the heath, which stretched between the mole and the cavern,listening to every noise, in order better to avoid an ambush. From timeto time, on the road which they had carefully left on their left, passedfugitives... Long Stories - Post by : tbeinc - Author : Alexandre Dumas - Read : 3187

The Pickwick Papers - Chapter 4. A Field Day and Bivouac--More new Friends--An Invitation to the Country The Pickwick Papers - Chapter 4. A Field Day and Bivouac--More new Friends--An Invitation to the Country

The Pickwick Papers - Chapter 4. A Field Day and Bivouac--More new Friends--An Invitation to the Country
Many authors entertain, not only a foolish, but a really dishonestobjection to acknowledge the sources whence they derive muchvaluable information. We have no such feeling. We are merelyendeavouring to discharge, in an upright manner, the responsibleduties of our editorial functions; and whatever ambition we mighthave felt under other circumstances to lay claim to the authorshipof these adventures, a regard for truth forbids us to do morethan claim the merit of their judicious arrangement and impartialnarration.... Long Stories - Post by : Aliano - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 1512

The Voyage Out - Chapter 26 The Voyage Out - Chapter 26

The Voyage Out - Chapter 26
For two or three hours longer the moon poured its light throughthe empty air. Unbroken by clouds it fell straightly, and layalmost like a chill white frost over the sea and the earth. During these hours the silence was not broken, and the only movementwas caused by the movement of trees and branches which stirred slightly,and then the shadows that lay across the white spaces of the landmoved too. In this profound silence one sound only was audible,the sound of a slight but continuous breathing... Long Stories - Post by : Colin_Meunier - Author : Virginia Woolf - Read : 641

The State Of Age The State Of Age

The State Of Age
Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor begHonours from aught about thee. Light the young.Thy frame is as a dusty mantle hung,O grey one! pendant on a loosened peg.Thou art for this our life an ancient egg,Or a tough bird: thou hast a rudderless tongue,Turning dead trifles, like the cock of dung,Which runs, Time's contrast to thy halting leg.Nature, it is most sure, not thee admires.But hast thou in thy season set her firesTo burn from Self to Spirit through the lash,Honoured the sons of Earth... Poems - Post by : CMartin371 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2431