THE BRONZE RINGOnce upon a time in a certain country there lived aking whose palace was surrounded by a spacious garden.But, though the gardeners were many and the soil wasgood, this garden yielded neither flowers nor fruits, noteven grass or shady trees.The King was in despair about it, when a wise old mansaid to him:"Your gardeners do not understand their business: butwhat can you expect of men whose fathers were cobblersand carpenters? How should they have learned to cultivateyour garden?""You are quite right," cried the King."Therefore," continued the old man, "you should sendfor a gardener whose father and grandfather have been...
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LOVELIEST ROSE IN THE WORLDby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE lived once a great queen, in whose garden were found atall seasons the most splendid flowers, and from every land in theworld. She specially loved roses, and therefore she possessed the mostbeautiful varieties of this flower, from the wild hedge-rose, with itsapple-scented leaves, to the splendid Provence rose. They grew nearthe shelter of the walls, wound themselves round columns andwindow-frames, crept along passages and over the ceilings of thehalls. They were of every fragrance and color....
CAMILLE (LA DAME AUX CAMILIAS)CAMILLE (LA DAMEAUX CAMILIAS)by ALEXANDRE DUMAS fils1- Page 2-CAMILLE (LA DAME AUX CAMILIAS)CHAPTER IIn my opinion, it is impossible to create characters until one has spenta long time in studying men, as it is impossible to speak a language until ithas been seriously acquired. Not being old enough to invent, I contentmyself with narrating, and I beg the reader to assure himself of the truth ofa story in which all the characters, with the exception of the heroine, are...
THE MYSTERIOUS AFFAIR AT STYLESTHE MYSTERIOUSAFFAIR AT STYLESAGATHA CHRISTIE1- Page 2-THE MYSTERIOUS AFFAIR AT STYLESCHAPTER I. I GO TO STYLESThe intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at thetime as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, inview of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked,both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account ofthe whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational...
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。1 Pip meets a strangerMy first name was Philip，but when I was a small child I could only manage to say Pip．So Pip was what every-body called me．I lived in a small village in Essex with my sister，who was over twenty years older than me，and married to Joe Gargery，the village blacksmith．My parents had died when I was a baby，so I could not remember them at all，but quite often I used to visit the churchyard，abut a mile from the village，to look at their names on their gravestones．My first memory is of sitting on a gravestone in that church-yard one cold，grey，December afternoon，looking out at the dark，flat，wild marshes divided by the black line of the River Thames，a
Uncle Remus, His Songs and His SayingsBy Joel Chandler HarrisPREFACE AND DEDICATION TO THE NEW EDITIONTo Arthur Barbette Frost:DEAR FROST:I am expected to supply a preface for this new edition of my first book-to advance from behind the curtain, as it were, and make a fresh bow to the public that has dealt with Uncle Remus in so gentle and generous a fashion. For this event the lights are to be rekindled, and I am expected to respond in some formal way to an encore that marks the fifteenth anniversary of the book. There have been other editions-how many I do not remember-but this is to be an entirely new one, except as to the matter: new type, new pictures, and new binding....
THE LIFE AND PERAMBULATIONS OF A MOUSE (1783-1784)THE LIFE ANDPERAMBULATIONS OFA MOUSE(1783-1784)by Dorothy Kilner1- Page 2-THE LIFE AND PERAMBULATIONS OF A MOUSE (1783-1784)INTRODUCTIONDuring a remarkably severe winter, when a prodigious fall of snowconfined everybody to their habitations, who were happy enough to haveone to shelter them from the inclemency of the season, and were hot...
The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnardby Anatole FrancePart IThe LogDecember 24, 1849.I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tear with which the north wind blowing over the quay had obscured my vision. A bright fire was leaping in the chimney of my study. Ice-crystals, shaped like fern-leaves, were sprouting over the windowpanes and concealed from me the Seine with its bridges and the Louvre of the Valois.I drew up my easy-chair to the hearth, and my table-volante, and took up so much of my place by the fire as Hamilcar deigned to allow me. Hamilcar was lying in front of the andirons, curled up on a cushion, with his nose between his paws. His think find fur rose and fel
SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHESby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleThe Adventure of the Copper Beeches"To the man who loves art for its own sake," remarked SherlockHolmes, tossing aside the advertisement sheet of the DailyTelegraph, "it is frequently in its least important and lowliestmanifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived. It ispleasant to me to observe, Watson, that you have so far grasped thistruth that in these little records of our cases which you have beengood enough to draw up, and, I am bound to say, occasionally toembellish, you have given prominence not so much to the many causes...
ANNALS OF THE PARISHANNALS OF THEPARISHby John Galt1- Page 2-ANNALS OF THE PARISHINTRODUCTIONIn the same year, and on the same day of the same month, that hisSacred Majesty King George, the third of the name, came to his crown andkingdom, I was placed and settled as the minister of Dalmailing. {1}When about a week thereafter this was known in the parish, it was thoughta wonderful thing, and everybody spoke of me and the new king as united...
The Spirit of Place and Other EssaysThe Spirit of Place andOther Essaysby Alice Meynell1- Page 2-The Spirit of Place and Other EssaysTHE SPIRIT OF PLACEWith mimicry, with praises, with echoes, or with answers, the poetshave all but outsung the bells. The inarticulate bell has found too muchinterpretation, too many rhymes professing to close with her inaccessibleutterance, and to agree with her remote tongue. The bell, like the bird, is...
HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLHOW TO TELLSTORIES TO CHILDRENAND SOME STORIES TOTELLBY SARA CONE BRYANT1- Page 2-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLTo My Mother THE FIRST, BEST STORY-TELLER THIS LITTLEBOOK IS DEDICATED2- Page 3-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLPREFACEThe stories which are given in the following pages are for the most...