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The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Vol I (Chap. 3.2) - Victor Hugo

... Louvre was begun.After that, the great city became more disfigured every day. Gothic Paris, beneath which Roman Paris was effaced, was effaced in its turn; but can any one say what Paris has replaced it?There is the Paris ...

McTeague (Chapter 21) - Frank Norris

... more beautiful than the deep red of the higher bluffs and ridges, seamed with purple shadows, standing sharply out against the pale-blue whiteness of the horizon.By nine o'clock the sun stood high in the sky. The heat was ...

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

... murmurs of love, and the great sunLooked with the eye of love through the golden vapors around him;While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow,Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree ...

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Cape Code: Chapter 10 (Provincetown) - Henry David Thoreau

... got half a dozen raw Irishmen in the laboratory. It is said, that owing to the reflection of the sun from the sand-hills, and there being absolutely no fresh water emptying into the harbor, the same number of superficial feet ...

Death Comes for the Archbishop - Willa Cather

... a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue ...

The Willows - Algernon Blackwood

... willows where thesun caught them in the bend of the river and turnedthem into a great crimson wall of beauty. Mist, too,had begun to ruse, so that the air was hazy.?But what in the world is he ...

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto 4) - Lord Byron

... pass;Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class,Implore the pausing step, and with their dyesDance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass;The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes,Kissed by the breath of heaven ...

Chapter 22 (The Grapes of Wrath) - John Steinbeck

... and their faces were lighted by the dawn. Theimage of the mountain and the light coming over it were reflected in their eyes. Andthen they threw the grounds from their cups to the earth, and they stood up ...

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Chap. 3) - James Joyce

... general judgement. The last day had come. The doomsday was at hand. The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken. The sun, the great luminary of ...

At the Bay - Katherine Mansfield

... filled with yellow and red nasturtiums. She smiled, and a look of deep content shone in her eyes."You might cut me a slice of that bread, mother," said Stanley. "I've only twelve and a half minutes before the coach passes. Has anyone ...

James Joyce's “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Chap. 3)” - Mary Libertin

... general judgement. The last day had come. The doomsday was at hand. The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken. The sun, the great luminary of ...

Heart of Darkness (Section II) - Joseph Conrad

... sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to ...

Heart of Darkness, Book II - Masterworks of Brit Lit

... silvery sandbanks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to ...

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Joseph Conrad's “Heart of Darkness (Section II)” - Mr. Allen

... sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to ...

Joseph Conrad's “Heart of Darkness (Section II)” (2) - Mr. Allen

... sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to ...

Overture [Chapter 1] - Marcel Proust

... into the belief that it is not, really, tormenting; but in those days they filled me with such horror that I longed to strike my great-aunt. And yet, as soon as I heard her "Bathilde! Come in and stop your husband ...

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto 2) - Lord Byron

... morn?lo, land! and all is well.XXIX.But not in silence pass Calypso's isles,The sister tenants of the middle deep;There for the weary still a haven smiles,Though the fair goddess long has ceased to weep,And o'er ...

Point Counter Point (Chapter XXI) - Aldous Huxley

... him and the sun, the great hoofs, and suddenly an annihilating pain.And through the same silence Walter was thinking of that afternoon when, for the first time, he entered Lucy Tantamount?s drawing room. ?Everything that happens is intrinsically like ...

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James Joyce's “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Chap. 3)” - MonicaChon

... general judgement. The last day had come. The doomsday was at hand. The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken. The sun, the great luminary of ...

The Rainbow (Chap. 11) - D. H. Lawrence

... send him a letter."Dear Anton. The sunshine has come back specially for your birthday, I think. I made the cake myself, and wish you many happy returns of the day. Don't eat it if it is not good. Mother hopes you will ...

The Kashmir Shawl - Rosie Thomas

... said. ?If that?s all right???Of course it is.? Eirlys nodded. ?If you agree, Dylan??He looked at Mair. There were quite deep lines at the corners of his eyes, these days. He and Eirlys wereboth shortsighted, and Dylan ...

Accolon of Gaul - Madison Cawein

... 's white wonderment,And gray, great eyes, and hair which had the scentOf all the wild Brécèliande's perfumesDrowned in it; and, a flame in gold, one bloom'sBlood-point thrust deep. And, "Viviane! Viviane!"The wild seemed crying, as if ...

The Secret Agent (Chap. 3) - Joseph Conrad

... to his last breath.?Lombroso is an ass.?Comrade Ossipon met the shock of this blasphemy by an awful, vacant stare. And the other, his extinguished eyes without gleams blackening the deep shadows under the great, bony forehead, mumbled, catching ...

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Overture - Marcel Proust

... into the belief that it is not, really, tormenting; but in those days they filled me with such horror that I longed to strike my great-aunt. And yet, as soon as I heard her "Bathilde! Come in and stop your husband ...

The White Peaco*ck (Chap. 3.3) - D. H. Lawrence

... strange intelligence that made her flush and me breathe in as I smiled."Ay! Blue eyes like your father's?not like yours??"Again the wild messages in her looks."No!" she answered very softly. "And I think he'll be jolly, like ...

Romola (Chap. 14) - George Eliot

... image. Her head hung a little aside with a look of weariness, and her blue eyes were directed rather absently towards an altar-piece where the Archangel Michael stood in his armour, with young face and floating hair, amongst bearded and tonsured ...

The Man Who Would Be King - Rudyard Kipling

... tell you that he is gone South for the week. He is gone South for the week!"The train had begun to move out. The red man rubbed his eyes. "He has gone South for the week," he repeated. "Now ...

Pope's Iliad (Book XXIV) - Homer

... :Nor is great Hector lost by me alone;Your sole defence, your guardian power is gone!I see your blood the fields of Phrygia drown,I see the ruins of your smoking town!O send me, gods! ere that sad day shall come ...

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New Arabian Nights (”The Sire De Maletroit's Door”) - Robert Louis Stevenson

... , taking her hand in both of his, "reflect on the little time I have before me, and the great bitterness into which I am cast by the sight of your distress. Spare me, in my last moments, the spectacle of what I cannot ...

Sara Crewe - Frances Hodgson Burnett

... a princess, inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth-of-gold; it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it. There was Marie Antoinette; when she ...

Fitzgerald's “Great Gatsby” - MEmery

... meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I?m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to ...

Sunset Blvd - Billy Wilder

... room hung in white brocade whichhas beconle dirty over the years and even slightlytorn in a few places. There's a great, unmade gildedbed in the shape of a swan, from which the gold hadbegun to peel. There is a disorder ...

Dead Souls (Chap. 1.2) - Николай Гоголь (Nikolai Gogol)

... I permit myself to step outside the civil law, great though has been the harm which that rule has wrought me in my career. In my eyes an obligation is a sacred thing. In the presence of the law I am dumb."These ...

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Joseph Conrad's “Heart of Darkness (Section II)” - Mr. Tress

... sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to ...

Don Juan (Canto 2) - Lord Byron

... had begun,Getting the boats out, being well awareThat a tight boat will live in a rough sea,Unless with breakers close beneath her lee.The worst of all was, that in their condition,Having been several days in great distress ...

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (Chap. 43) - Mark Twain

... 't be anything at all; you can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. However, the question was soon settled. I heard that metallic noise descending into the great ditch. It augmented fast, it spread all along, and ...

King Arthur: Book 2 of 12 - Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton

... man will plants that thrive, condemn?Sir, in your move a master hand is seen,Your pawn so well-played might have caught a queen."LXXVIII."And now checkmate!" the wretched sire exclaims,With watering eyes, and mouth that watered too."Nay ...

The Cattle-Dealers (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... old man wakes up, the deep blue sky of early morning is peeping in at the cracks and at the little uncovered window. He feels unbearably cold, especially in the back and the feet. The train is standing still; Yasha ...

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Vol. II, Book III, Chap. VIII: “The Unpleasantness of Receiving Into One's House A Poor Man Who May Be a Rich Man” - Victor Hugo

... table, gazed at the fire, which was reflected from her fixed eyes. She had begun to rock the sort of baby which she had made, and, as she rocked it, she sang in a low voice, "My mother is dead! my ...

The Lost Girl (chap.10) - D. H. Lawrence

... a bird, but without the white gleam of ferocity. In his eyes was a deep, deep sun-warmth, something fathomless, deepening black and abysmal, but somehow sweet to her."Will you?" she repeated.But his eyes had already begun to glimmer their ...

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