The Master of Ballantrae
Category: Author:Robert Louis Stevenson罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
作者罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森写于1889年,这部小说是讲述一个复仇的经典故事。
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Category: Author:Robert Louis Stevenson罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
作者罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森写于1889年,这部小说是讲述一个复仇的经典故事。
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Category: Author:H. Rider Haggard
The character Quatermain is an English-born professional big game hunter and occasional trader in southern Africa. He supports colonial efforts to spread civilization in the Dark Continent, and he also favours native Africans' having a say in their affairs. Quatermain is an imperial outdoorsman who finds English cities and climate unb...
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Category: Author:novel
These paragraphs, dignified by the revised edition of Gallantry and spuriously designated An Introduction, are nothing more than a series of notes and haphazard discoveries in preparation of a thesis. That thesis, if it is ever written, will bear a title something academically like The Psychogenesis of a Poet; or Cabell the Masqu...
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Category: Author:novel
There are men who cannot bring themselves to conform with the rest of human society, who cannot conceive of a secure and honorable career even at the hands of a tolerant age. They flee, they are eternally escaping from the fold by some particularly outrageous or suicidal action. Rimbaud having mastered the art of poetry in his tw...
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Jim Gilmore came to Hortons Bay from Canada. He bought the blacksmith shop from old man Horton. Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands. He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on.
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Category: Author:novel
There were scarcely any events in the life of Thomas Hood. One condition there was of too potent determining importance — life-long ill health; and one circumstance of moment — a commercial failure, and consequent expatriation. Beyond this, little presents itself for record in the outward facts of this upright and beneficial career, br...
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Category: Author:novel
One winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And supper, with cigars and wine, Was waiting in the study.
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Category: Author:Robert Louis Stevenson罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
I ASK good things that I detest,With speeches fair;Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast
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Category: Author:Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets and is widely considered to be among the finest lyric poets of the English language. He received his early education at home, tutored by Reverend Evan Edwards of Warnham. In 1802, he entered the Syon House Academy of Brentford. He was routinely bullied while h...
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Category: Author:Edward Payson Roe
TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how he...
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