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Some Short Stories [by Henry James]We are scattered now, the friends of the late Mr. Oliver Offord; but whenever we chance to meet I think we are conscious of a certain esoteric respect for each other. "Yes, you too have been in Arcadia," we...

His Own People The glass-domed palm-room of the Grand Continental Hotel Magnifique in Rome is of vasty heights and distances, filled with a mellow green light which filters down languidly through the upper foliage of tall palms, so that the two hundred people who...

A House to LetI had been living at Tunbridge Wells and nowhere else, going on for ten years, when my medical manvery clever in his profession, and the prettiest player I ever saw in my life of a hand at Long Whist, which was...

Hans HuckebeinPlease take a look at the important information in this header. We encourage you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an electronic path open for the next readers. Do not remove this. We produce about two million dollars for each...

West-östlicher DivanPlease take a look at the important information in this header. We encourage you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an electronic path open for the next readers. Do not remove this. We produce about two million dollars for each...

Droll Stories — Volume 2Certain persons have reproached the Author for knowing no more about the language of the olden times than hares do of telling stories. Formerly these people would have been vilified, called cannibals, churls, and sycophants, and Gomorrah would have been...

The Story of My Heart: An Autobiography The story of my heart commences seventeen years ago. In the glow of youth there were times every now and then when I felt the necessity of a strong inspiration of soul-thought. My heart was dusty, parched...

Hermann und Dorothea Hab ich den Markt und die Straen doch nie so einsam gesehen! Ist doch die Stadt wie gekehrt! wie ausgestorben! Nicht funfzig, Deucht mir, blieben zurck von allen unsern Bewohnern. Was die Neugier nicht tut! So rennt und luft nun ein...

Travels through France and Italy Many pens have been burnished this year of grace for the purpose of celebrating with befitting honour the second centenary of the birth of Henry Fielding; but it is more than doubtful if, when the right date occurs in...

In the Carquinez Woods The sun was going down on the Carquinez Woods. The few shafts of sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable depths, or splintered their ineffectual lances on the enormous trunks of the redwoods. For a time...

The Freelands One early April afternoon, in a Worcestershire field, the only field in that immediate landscape which was not down in grass, a man moved slowly athwart the furrows, sowinga big man of heavy build, swinging his hairy brown arm with the grace...

Legends and Lyrics. Part 2A Legend of Provence Envy Over the Mountain Beyond A Warning Maximus Optimus A Lost Chord Too Late The Requital ReturnedMissing In the Wood Two Worlds A New Mother Give Place My Will King and Slave A Chant Dream-Life Rest...

Legends and Lyrics. Part 1In the spring of the year 1853, I observed, as conductor of the weekly journal Household Words, a short poem among the proffered contributions, very different, as I thought, from the shoal of verses perpetually setting through the office of...

A Simpleton It has lately been objected to me, in studiously courteous terms of course, that I borrow from other books, and am a plagiarist. To this I reply that I borrow facts from every accessible source, and am not a plagiarist. The plagiarist...

Snow-Bound at Eagle's For some moments profound silence and darkness had accompanied a Sierran stage-coach towards the summit. The huge, dim bulk of the vehicle, swaying noiselessly on its straps, glided onward and upward as if obeying some mysterious impulse from behind, so faint...

Anthology of Massachusetts Poets The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips, The water makes a quietness of sound; Night is an anchoring of many ships Home-bound. There are strange tunnelers in the dark, and whirs Of wings that die, and hairy...

Rosmersholm John Rosmer, of Rosmersholm, an ex-clergyman. Rebecca West, one of his household, originally engaged as companion to the late Mrs. Rosmer. Kroll, headmaster of the local grammar school, Rosmer's brother-in-law. Ulrik Brendel. Peter Mortensgaard. Mrs. Helseth, Rosmer's housekeeper. (SCENEThe sitting-room at Rosmersholm; a...

The Duchess of Malfi Of John Webster's life almost nothing is known. The dates 1580-1625 given for his birth and death are conjectural inferences, about which the best that can be said is that no known facts contradict them. The first notice of Webster...

Faust: Der Tragödie zweiter Teil 1. Anmutige Gegend 2. Hochgewlbtes enges gotisches Zimmer 3. Vor dem Palaste des Menelas zu Sparta 4. Hochgebirg 5. Offene Gegend Die ihr dies Haupt umschwebt im luft'gen Kreise, Erzeigt euch hier nach edler Elfen Weise: Besnftiget des Herzens...