类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：677 作者： Joel Chandler Harris 乔尔·钱德勒·哈里斯
简介：The name of Free Joe strikes humorously upon the ear of memory. It is impossible to say why, for he was the humblest, the simplest, and the most serious of all God's living creatures, sadly lacking in...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：677 作者： 未知
简介：The pilot shoved open the airlock and kicked the stairs down....
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：677 作者： 未知
简介：He had not waited for words in reply to his farewell; she could not have spoken them, and he knew it; and while she tried to make out his figure among the groups upon the deck, formed of those who wer...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：677 作者： Cyrus Townsend Brady
简介：The heavy perfume of rare blossoms, the wild strains of mad music, the patter of flying feet, the murmur of speech, the ring of laughter, filled the great hall. Now and again a pair of dancers, peculi...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：677 作者： Joseph A. Altsheler
简介：Paul stopped in a little open space, and looked around all the circle of the forest. Everywhere it was the samejust the curving wall of red and brown, and beyond, the blue sky, flecked with tiny cloud...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：677 作者： 未知
简介：The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hillsand as immortal. Questionless, there was many a serviceable brick wasted in Nineveh because finicky person...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：676 作者： 未知
简介：Why, Grace, what in the world is the matter? You've been crying!...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：676 作者： 未知
简介：I begin this record with the columnar, self-reliant capital letter to signify that there is no disguise in its egoisms. If it were a chapter of autobiography, this is what the reader would look for as...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：676 作者： 未知
简介：The chief source of illustration for this volume, as in the case of the Napoleon papers in McClures Magazine, is the great collection of engravings of Mr. Gardiner G. Hubbard, which has been generousl...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：676 作者： Joseph A. Altsheler
简介：The three, the white youth, the red youth, and the white man, lay deep in the forest, watching the fire that burned on a low hill to the west, where black figures flitted now and then before the flame...
