Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summerby William Dean HowellsMonday afternoon the storm which had been beating up against thesoutheasterly wind nearly all day thickened, fold upon fold, in thenorthwest. The gale increased, and blackened the harbor and whitened theopen sea beyond, where sail after sail appeared round the reef ofWhaleback Light, and ran in a wild scamper for the safe anchorageswithin.Since noon cautious coasters of all sorts had been dropping in with acasual air; the coal schooners and barges had rocked and nodded knowinglyto one another, with their taper and truncated masts, on the breast ofthe invisible swell; and the flock of little yachts and pleasure-boats...
STORIESSTORIESby English Authors in France1- Page 2-STORIESA LODGING FOR THE NIGHTBY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSONIt was late in November, 1456. The snow fell over Paris with rigorous,relentless persistence; sometimes the wind made a sally and scattered it inflying vortices; sometimes there was a lull, and flake after flake descendedout of the black night air, silent, circuitous, interminable. To poor people,looking up under moist eyebrows, it seemed a wonder where it all came...
THE LIGHT OF EGYPTTHE LIGHT OF EGYPT(OR THE SCIENCE OF THE SOUL AND THESTARS)VOLUME IITHOMAS H. BURGOYNE1- Page 2-THE LIGHT OF EGYPTZANONI"Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, andthe things which shall be hereafter; THE MYSTERY OF THE SEVENSTARS, which thou sawest in my right hand." Revelations, Chap. I, 19and 20....
THE DOOR IN THE WALLIOne confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace toldme this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thoughtthat so far as he was concerned it was a true story.He told it me with such a direct simplicity of conviction thatI could not do otherwise than believe in him. But in the morning,in my own flat, I woke to a different atmosphere, and as I lay inbed and recalled the things he had told me, stripped of the glamourof his earnest slow voice, denuded of the focussed shaded tablelight, the shadowy atmosphere that wrapped about him and thepleasant bright things, the dessert and glasses and napery of the...
Worldly Ways and Bywaysby Eliot GregoryA Table of ContentsTo the READER1. Charm2. The Moth and the Star3. Contrasted Travelling4. The Outer and the Inner Woman5. On Some Gilded Misalliances6. The Complacency of Mediocrity7. The Discontent of Talent8. Slouch9. Social Suggestion10. Bohemia11. Social Exiles12. "Seven Ages" of Furniture13. Our Elite and Public Life14. The Small Summer Hotel15. A False Start16. A Holy Land17. Royalty at Play18. A Rock Ahead19. The Grand Prix20. "The Treadmill"21. "Like Master Like Man"22. An English Invasion of the Riviera23. A Common Weakness...
The Altruist in Politicsby Benjamin CardozoThere comes not seldom a crisis in the life of men, of nations,and of worlds, when the old forms seem ready to decay, and theold rules of action have lost their binding force. The evils ofexisting systems obscure the blessings that attend them; and,where reform is needed, the cry is raised for subversion. Thecause of such phenomena is not far to seek. "It used to appearto me," writes Count Tolstoi, in a significant passage, "it usedto appear to me that the small number of cultivated, rich andidle men, of whom I was one, composed the whole of humanity, and...
Hesiod, The Homeric Hymns, and HomericaContains translations of the following works:Hesiod: "Works and Days", "The Theogony", fragments of "The Catalogues of Women and the Eoiae", "The Shield of Heracles" (attributed to Hesiod), and fragments of various works attributed to Hesiod.Homer: "The Homeric Hymns", "The Epigrams of Homer" (both attributed to Homer).Various: Fragments of the Epic Cycle (parts of which are sometimes attributed to Homer), fragments of other epic poems attributed to Homer, "The Battle of Frogs and Mice", and "The Contest of Homer and Hesiod".PREFACEThis volume contains practically all that remains of the post- Homeric and pre-academic epic poetry....
The Bhagavad-Gita, translatedThe Bhagavad-GitaTranslated Sir Edwin Arnold1- Page 2-The Bhagavad-Gita, translatedDedicationTO INDIASo have I read this wonderful and spirit-thrilling speech, By Krishnaand Prince Arjun held, discoursing each with each; So have I writ itswisdom here,its hidden mystery, For England; O our India! as dear to meas She!EDWIN ARNOLD2- Page 3-The Bhagavad-Gita, translated...
Missing Mile, North Carolina, in the summer of 1972 was scarcely more than a wide spot in the road. The main street was shaded by a few great spreading pecans and oaks, flanked by a few even larger, more sprawling Southern homes too far off any beaten path to have fallen to the scourge of the Civil War. The ravages and triumphs of the past decade seemed to have touched the town not at all, not at first glance. You might think that here was a place adrift in a gentler time, a place where Peace reigned naturally, and did not have to be blazoned on banners or worn around the neck. You might think that, if you were just driving through. Stay long enough, and you would begin to see signs. L
Cleopatraby H. Rider HaggardDEDICATIONMy dear Mother,I have for a long while hoped to be allowed to dedicate some bookof mine to you, and now I bring you this work, because whateverits shortcomings, and whatever judgment may be passed upon it byyourself and others, it is yet the one I should wish you toaccept.I trust that you will receive from my romance of "Cleopatra" somesuch pleasure as lightened the labour of its building up; and thatit may convey to your mind a picture, however imperfect, of theold and mysterious Egypt in whose lost glories you are so deeplyinterested....
The Cruise of the Jasper B.by Don MarquisTO ALL THE COPYREADERS ON ALL THE NEWSPAPERS OF AMERICACHAPTER IA BRIGHT BLADE LEAPS FROM A RUSTY SCABBARDOn an evening in April, 191-, Clement J. Cleggett walked sedatelyinto the news room of the New York Enterprise with a drab-coloredwalking-stick in his hand. He stood the cane in a corner,changed his sober street coat for a more sober office jacket,adjusted a green eyeshade below his primly brushed grayish hair,unostentatiously sat down at the copy desk, and unobtrusivelyopened a drawer.From the drawer he took a can of tobacco, a pipe, a pair ofscissors, a paste-pot and brush, a pile of copy paper, a penknife...
Swan Songby Anton CheckovPLAYS BY ANTON TCHEKOFFTRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN, WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY MARIAN FELLCONTENTSIntroductionChronological List of WorksThe Swan SongINTRODUCTIONANTON TCHEKOFFTHE last years of the nineteenth century were for Russia tingedwith doubt and gloom. The high-tide of vitality that had risenduring the Turkish war ebbed in the early eighties, leavingbehind it a dead level of apathy which lasted until life wasagain quickened by the high interests of the Revolution. Duringthese grey years the lonely country and stagnant provincial townsof Russia buried a peasantry which was enslaved by want and toil,...