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The Fortune Teller The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller
Sir Henry Marquis continued to read; he made no comment; his voice clear and even.It was a big sunny room. The long windows looked out on a formal garden, great beech trees and the bow of the river. Within it was a sort of library. There were bookcases built into the wall, to the height of a man's head, and at intervals between them, rising from the floor to the cornice of the shelves, were rows of mahogany drawers with glass knobs. There was also a flat writing table.It was the room of a traveler,... Short Stories - Post by : mare2 - Author : Melville Davisson Post - Read : 2653

Stain Not The Sky Stain Not The Sky

Stain Not The Sky
Ye gods of battle, lords of fear, Who work your iron will as well As once ye did with sword and spear, With rifled gun and rending shell,-- Masters of sea and land, forbear The fierce invasion of the inviolate air! With patient daring man hath wrought A hundred years for power to fly; And will you make his winged thought A hovering horror in the sky, Where flocks of human eagles sail, Dropping their bolts of death on hill and dale? Ah no, the sunset is too pure, The dawn too fair, the noon too bright... Poems - Post by : rbussey - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 359

Emma - Volume III - Chapter XVI Emma - Volume III - Chapter XVI

Emma - Volume III - Chapter XVI
It was a very great relief to Emma to find Harriet as desirousas herself to avoid a meeting. Their intercourse was painfulenough by letter. How much worse, had they been obliged to meet!Harriet expressed herself very much as might be supposed,without reproaches, or apparent sense of ill-usage; and yet Emma fanciedthere was a something of resentment, a something bordering on it inher style, which increased the desirableness of their being separate.--It might be only her own consciousness; but it... Long Stories - Post by : dantzer - Author : Jane Austen - Read : 2651

The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn - Chapter XI The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn - Chapter XI

The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn - Chapter XI
"COME in," says the woman, and I did. She says: "Take a cheer." I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says: "What might your name be?" "Sarah Williams." "Where 'bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?' "No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile below. I've walked all the way and I'm all tired out." "Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find you something." "No'm, I ain't hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles below here at a farm; so I ain't hungry no more. It's what... Long Stories - Post by : Ace_Of_Shirts - Author : Mark Twain - Read : 2663

War And Peace - Book Three: 1805 - Chapter 7 War And Peace - Book Three: 1805 - Chapter 7

War And Peace - Book Three: 1805 - Chapter 7
On the twelfth of November, Kutuzov's active army, in camp beforeOlmutz, was preparing to be reviewed next day by the two Emperors- theRussian and the Austrian. The Guards, just arrived from Russia,spent the night ten miles from Olmutz and next morning were to comestraight to the review, reaching the field at Olmutz by ten o'clock.That day Nicholas Rostov received a letter from Boris, telling himthat the Ismaylov regiment was quartered for the night ten milesfrom Olmutz and that he wanted to see... Long Stories - Post by : marketingtest - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 2528

An Assisted Emigrant An Assisted Emigrant

An Assisted Emigrant
Guido stood on the curb-stone in Fourteenth Street, between Fifth Avenue and Sixth Avenue, with a row of plaster figures drawn up on the sidewalk in front of him. It was snowing, and they looked cold in consequence, especially the Night and Morning. A line of men and boys stretched on either side of Guido all along the curb-stone, with toys and dolls, and guns that shot corks into the air with a loud report, and glittering dressings for the Christmas trees. It was the day before Christmas. The man... Short Stories - Post by : fantasma - Author : Richard Harding Davis - Read : 524

War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 22 War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 22

War And Peace - Book Eleven: 1812 - Chapter 22
Meanwhile, the city itself was deserted. There was hardly anyonein the streets. The gates and shops were all closed, only here andthere round the taverns solitary shouts or drunken songs could beheard. Nobody drove through the streets and footsteps were rarelyheard. The Povarskaya was quite still and deserted. The huge courtyardof the Rostovs' house was littered with wisps of hay and with dungfrom the horses, and not a soul was to be seen there. In the greatdrawing room of the house, which had been... Long Stories - Post by : netlover - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 3086

The Rudder Grangers In England The Rudder Grangers In England

The Rudder Grangers In England
It was mainly due to Pomona that we went to Europe at all. For years Euphemia and I had been anxious to visit the enchanted lands on the other side of the Atlantic, but the obstacles had always been very great, and the matter had been indefinitely postponed. Pomona and Jonas were still living with us, and their little girl was about two years old. Pomona continued to read a great deal, but her husband's influence had diverted her mind toward works of history and travel, and these she devoured with... Short Stories - Post by : Eddie_Scotten - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 1925

The Shearer's Dream The Shearer's Dream

The Shearer's Dream
Mitchell and I rolled up our swags after New Year and started to tramp west. It had been a very bad season after a long drought. Old Baldy Thompson had only shorn a few bales of grass-seed and burrs, so he said, and thought of taking the track himself; but we hoped to get on shearing stragglers at West-o'-Sunday or one of the stations of the Hungerford track.It was very hot weather, so we started after sunset, intending to travel all night. We crossed the big billabong, and were ploughing through... Short Stories - Post by : Jeff_Carter - Author : Henry Lawson - Read : 2271

'barney, Take Me Home Again' "barney, Take Me Home Again"

'barney, Take Me Home Again'
This is a sketch of one of the many ways in which a young married woman, who is naturally thick-skinned and selfish--as most women are--and who thinks she loves her husband, can spoil his life because he happens to be good-natured, generous, sensitive, weak or soft, whichever you like to call it.Johnson went out to Australia a good many years ago with his young wife and two children, as assisted emigrants. He should have left his wife and children with her mother, in a street off City Road, N.,... Short Stories - Post by : mastrlynx - Author : Henry Lawson - Read : 2562

20,000 Leagues Under The Seas - FIRST PART - Chapter 23. 'Aegri Somnia' 20,000 Leagues Under The Seas - FIRST PART - Chapter 23. "Aegri Somnia"

20,000 Leagues Under The Seas - FIRST PART - Chapter 23. 'Aegri Somnia'
THE FOLLOWING DAY, January 10, the Nautilus resumed its travelsin midwater but at a remarkable speed that I estimated to be atleast thirty-five miles per hour. The propeller was going so fastI could neither follow nor count its revolutions.I thought about how this marvelous electric force not onlygave motion, heat, and light to the Nautilus but even protected itagainst outside attack, transforming it into a sacred ark no profanehand could touch without being blasted; my wonderment was boundless,and... Long Stories - Post by : marketingtest - Author : Jules Verne - Read : 2447

Breaking The Charm Breaking The Charm

Breaking The Charm
Caught Susanner whistlin'; well, It's most nigh too good to tell. 'Twould 'a' b'en too good to see Ef it had n't b'en fur me, Comin' up so soft an' sly That she didn' hear me nigh. I was pokin' 'round that day, An' ez I come down the way, First her whistle strikes my ears,-- Then her gingham dress appears; So with soft step up I slips. Oh, them dewy, rosy lips! Ripe ez cherries, red an' round, Puckered up to make the sound. She was lookin' in the spring, Whistlin' to beat anything,--... Poems - Post by : djkirk - Author : Paul Laurence Dunbar - Read : 477

When Dey 'listed Colored Soldiers When Dey 'listed Colored Soldiers

When Dey 'listed Colored Soldiers
Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall; But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all; An' on Sunday, too, I noticed, dey was whisp'rin' mighty much, Stan'in' all erroun' de roadside w'en dey let us out o' chu'ch. But I did n't t'ink erbout it 'twell de middle of de week, An' my 'Lias come to see me, an' somehow he could n't speak. Den I seed all in a minute whut he 'd come to see me for;-- Dey had 'listed colo'ed sojers an' my 'Lias gwine to wah. Oh, I hugged... Poems - Post by : EbizPro - Author : Paul Laurence Dunbar - Read : 2403

A Protegee Of Jack Hamlin's A Protegee Of Jack Hamlin's

A Protegee Of Jack Hamlin's
I.The steamer Silveropolis was sharply and steadily cleaving the broad, placid shallows of the Sacramento River. A large wave like an eagre, diverging from its bow, was extending to either bank, swamping the tules and threatening to submerge the lower levees. The great boat itself--a vast but delicate structure of airy stories, hanging galleries, fragile colonnades, gilded cornices, and resplendent frescoes--was throbbing throughout its whole perilous length with the pulse of high pressure and the... Short Stories - Post by : curious_publish - Author : Bret Harte - Read : 1302

Martin Chuzzlewit - Chapter TEN Martin Chuzzlewit - Chapter TEN

Martin Chuzzlewit - Chapter TEN
CONTAINING STRANGE MATTER, ON WHICH MANY EVENTS IN THISHISTORY MAY, FOR THEIR GOOD OR EVIL INFLUENCE, CHIEFLY DEPENDBut Mr Pecksniff came to town on business. Had he forgotten that?Was he always taking his pleasure with Todgers's jovial brood,unmindful of the serious demands, whatever they might be, upon hiscalm consideration? No. Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all menhave to wait for time and tide. That tide which, taken at theflood, would lead Seth Pecksniff on... Long Stories - Post by : magicthought - Author : Charles Dickens - Read : 1626

A Meditation On Rhode-island Coal A Meditation On Rhode-island Coal

A Meditation On Rhode-island Coal
Decolor, obscuris, vilis, non ille repexam Cesariem regum, non candida virginis ornat Colla, nec insigni splendet per cingula morsu. Sed nova si nigri videas miracula saxi, Tunc superat pulchros cultus et quicquid Eois Indus litoribus rubra scrutatur in alga. CLAUDIAN.I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped With Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright--The many-coloured flame--and played and leaped, I thought of rainbows and the northern light,Moore's Lalla Rookh, the Treasury Report,And... Poems - Post by : jpetillo - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1883

A Summer Ramble A Summer Ramble

A Summer Ramble
The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky,The fields are still, the woods are dumb, In glassy sleep the waters lie.And mark yon soft white clouds that rest Above our vale, a moveless throng;The cattle on the mountain's breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long.Oh, how unlike those merry hours In early June when Earth laughs out,When the fresh winds make love to flowers, And woodlands sing and waters shout.When in the grass sweet voices talk, And strains of tiny music swellFrom... Poems - Post by : sidneyo - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 596

Catterskill Falls Catterskill Falls

Catterskill Falls
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps, From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steeps With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.But when, in the forest bare and old, The blast of December calls,He builds, in the starlight clear and cold, A palace of ice where his torrent falls,With turret, and arch, and fretwork fair,And pillars blue as the summer air.For... Poems - Post by : Zoderami - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1556

An Evening Revery An Evening Revery

An Evening Revery
(from an Unfinished Poem)The summer day is closed--the sun is set:Well they have done their office, those bright hours,The latest of whose train goes softly outIn the red West. The green blade of the groundHas risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twigHas spread its plaited tissues to the sun;Flowers of the garden and the waste have blownAnd withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,From bursting cells, and in their graves awaitTheir resurrection. Insects from the poolsHave filled the air awhile... Poems - Post by : musomax - Author : William Cullen Bryant - Read : 1311

The All Right 'un The All Right 'un

The All Right 'un
He came from 'further out', That land of heat and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of sun, And rested at the run Until his cure was done, And he could travel. When spring had decked the plain, He flitted off again As flit the swallows. And from that western land, When many months were spanned, A letter came to hand, Which read as follows: 'Dear sir, I take my pen In hopes that all your men And you are hearty. You think that I've forgot Your kindness,... Poems - Post by : ideadoc1 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1973