The Ballad of Reading Gaol
Category： Author：奥斯卡·王尔德 Oscar Wilde
He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his hands
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Category： Author：奥斯卡·王尔德 Oscar Wilde
He did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his hands
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I cannot tell precisely where the first germ of the Legend concerning the Steel Flea had its birth—that is to say, whether it originated in Tula, the Izhma, or Sestroryetzk; but, evidently, it came from one of these places.
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"Scotland's a-burning! Look out, fellows! Put on the brakes, or you will be right on top of it the first thing you know."
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Not in the obscurity of midnight, but in the searching light of day, did the supernatural influence assert itself. Neither revealed by a vision, nor announced by a voice, it reached mortal knowledge through the sense which is least easily self-deceived: the sense that feels.
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“We are in St. George’s Bay, ten miles from the port of Belize, British Honduras. Two days ago, while we were well out in the gulf, I opened the letter containing the first part of my sealed orders. Those orders, as you know, sent us to Belize. Before we reach there and open the envelope containing the rest of our orders, I think it n...
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Category： Author：William Makepeace Thackeray威廉·梅克比斯·萨克雷
Reglar every evening there came to the "Constantanople" a young gent etired in the igth of fashn; and indead presenting by the cleanlyness of his appearants and linning (which was generally a pink or blew shurt, with a cricketer or a dansuse pattern) rather a contrast to the dinjy and whistkcard sosaity of the Diwann. As for wiskars, t...
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Category： Author：Nikolai Ostrovsky
The balcony door stood open, and the curtain stirred in the wind, filling out, rising reluctantly, and shrinking like a dipped sail. A crumpled towel left by someone on the radio made a white blur in the dusk. It looked like a white rabbit who had laid down its long ears preparing to jump. I remembered that bright September morning i...
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