Tales for Fifteen: or, Imagination and Heartby James Fenimore Cooper (writing under thepseudonym of "Jane Morgan")NEW-YORKC. WILEY, 3 WALL STREETJ. Seymour, printer1823Southern District of New-York ss.BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the thirteenth day ofJune, in the forty-seventh year of the Independenceof the United States of America, Charles Wiley, ofthe said District, hath deposited in this office thetitle of a Book, the right whereof he claims asproprietor, in the words and figures following, towit:"Tales for Fifteen; or Imagination and Heart.By Jane Morgan."In conformity with the Act of Congress of theUnited States entitled, "An Act for the...　

Lecture IVThe Tribe and the LandIt has been very commonly believed that, before the agrarianmeasures of James the First, Ireland was one of the countries inwhich private property in land was invested with leastsacredness, and in which forms of ownership generally consideredas barbarous most extensively prevailed. Spenser and Daviscertainly suggest this opinion, and several modern writers haveadopted it. The Brehon law-tracts prove, however, that it canonly be received with considerable qualification andmodification, and they show that private property, and especially...　

SolitudeThis is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense,and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with astrange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along thestony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool aswell as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me,all the elements are unusually congenial to me. The bullfrogs trumpto usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borneon the rippling wind from over the water. Sympathy with thefluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet,like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled. These small...　

The Purseby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Clara BellTo Sofka"Have you observed, mademoiselle, that the painters andsculptors of the Middle Ages, when they placed two figures inadoration, one on each side of a fair Saint, never failed togive them a family likeness? When you here see your name amongthose that are dear to me, and under whose auspices I place myworks, remember that touching harmony, and you will see inthis not so much an act of homage as an expression of thebrotherly affection of your devoted servant,"DE BALZAC."For souls to whom effusiveness is easy there is a delicious hour...　

IONby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettIONPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: SOCRATES; IONSocrates. Welcome, Ion. Are you from your native city of Ephesus?Ion. No, Socrates; but from Epidaurus, where I attended the festivalof Asclepius.Soc. And do the Epidaurians have contests of rhapsodes at thefestival?Ion. O yes; and of all sorts of musical performers.Soc. And were you one of the competitors- and did you succeed?Ion. I obtained the first prize of all, Socrates.Soc. Well done; and I hope that you will do the same for us at the...　

Chapter XIV of Volume II (Chap. 37)THE two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning; and Mr. Collins having been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was able to bring home the pleasing intelligence of their appearing in very good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Rosings he then hastened to console Lady Catherine and her daughter; and on his return brought back, with great satisfaction, a message from her ladyship, importing that she felt herself so dull as to make her very desirous of having them all to dine with her.Elizabeth could not see Lady Catherine without recollecting　

A Confessionby Lev Nikolayevich TolstoyII was baptized and brought up in the Orthodox Christian faith.I was taught it in childhood and throughout my boyhood and youth.But when I abandoned the second course of the university at the ageof eighteen I no longer believed any of the things I had beentaught.Judging by certain memories, I never seriously believed them,but had merely relied on what I was taught and on what wasprofessed by the grown-up people around me, and that reliance wasvery unstable.I remember that before I was eleven a grammar school pupil,...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1Gabriel Oak falls in loveGabriel Oak was a sensible man of good character， who had been brought up by his father as a shepherd， and then managed to save enough money to rent his own farm on Norcombe Hill，in Dorset. He was twenty－eight，a tall，well－built man，who did not seem，however，to think his appear－ance was very important.One winter morning he was in one of his fields on the side of Norcombe Hill . Looking over his gate，Gabriel could see a yellow cart，loaded with furniture and plants，coming up the road. Right on top of the pile sat a handsome young woman As Gabriel was watching，the cart stopped at the top of the hill，and the driver climbed down to go back a　

All Roads Lead to Calvaryby Jerome K. JeromeCHAPTER IShe had not meant to stay for the service. The door had stood invitingly open, and a glimpse of the interior had suggested to her the idea that it would make good copy. "Old London Churches: Their Social and Historical Associations." It would be easy to collect anecdotes of the famous people who had attended them. She might fix up a series for one of the religious papers. It promised quite exceptional material, this particular specimen, rich in tombs and monuments. There was character about it, a scent of bygone days. She pictured the vanished congregations in their powdered wigs and stiff brocades. How picturesque must have been 　

White FangWhite FangJack London1- Page 2-White FangPART I2- Page 3-White FangCHAPTER I - THE TRAIL OF THE MEATDark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. Thetrees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost,and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in thefading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a...　

450 BCEUMENDIDESby Aeschylustranslated by E. D. A. MorsheadCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYTHE PYTHIAN PRIESTESAPOLLOORESTESTHE GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRACHORUS OF FURIESATHENAATTENDANTS OF ATHENATWELVE ATHENIAN CITIZENSEUMENDIDES(SCENE:-Before the temple of APOLLO at Delphi. The PYTHIANPRIESTESS enters and approaches the doors of the temple.)THE PYTHIAN PRIESTESFirst, in this prayer, of all the gods I nameThe prophet-mother Earth; and Themis next,...　

Areopagiticaby John MiltonA SPEECH FOR THE LIBERTY OF UNLICENSED PRINTINGTO THE PARLIAMENT OF ENGLANDThis is true liberty, when free-born men,Having to advise the public, may speak free,Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise;Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace:What can be juster in a state than this?Euripid. Hicetid.They, who to states and governors of the Commonwealth directtheir speech, High Court of Parliament, or, wanting such access ina private condition, write that which they foresee may advance thepublic good; I suppose them, as at the beginning of no meanendeavour, not a little altered and moved inwardly in their minds:...