类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：521 作者： 未知
简介：A very tall girl came quietly into the room, bowed an acknowledgment of her mother's introduction, and sat down on the edge of the sofa. She was a dignified girl from the crown of her head to her fing...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：520 作者： 未知
简介：Two of these essays, 'The Function of Criticism' and 'The Religion ofRousseau,' were contributed to the Times Literary Supplement; that on'The Poetry of Edward Thomas' in the Nation; all the rest save...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：520 作者： 未知
简介：It will be obvious to the reader that this book affects neither the dignity of history nor the authority of political instruction. The causes which precipitated the conflict between the sections and t...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：520 作者： 未知
简介：The Banjo and Mandolin Club, huddled together on the right of the platform in Assembly Hall, strummed diligently and with enthusiasm, their zeal atoning for shortcomings due to lack of practice. For t...
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：520 作者： 未知
简介：Such were the stranes that smote the air as Mr. Harold Withersquash drew near to the humbel home of his Selia. She was just a low born girl but none could beat her at playing the piano....
类别：英文短篇小说 点击次数：520 作者： 未知
简介：It was late evening when John Penhale left the Helston lawyers office. A fine drizzle was blowing down Coinage Hall Street; thin beams of light pierced the chinks of house shutters and curtains, barre...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：520 作者： Joseph A. Altsheler
简介：A train of wagons and men wound slowly over the hills in the darkness and rain toward the South. In the wagons lay fourteen or fifteen thousand wounded soldiers, but they made little noise, as the whe...
类别：儿童英文小说 点击次数：520 作者： Joseph A. Altsheler
简介：Dick Mason, caught in the press of a beaten army, fell back slowly with his comrades toward a ford of Bull Run. The first great battle of the Civil War had been fought and lost. Lost, after it had bee...
类别：经典英文小说 点击次数：520 作者： Robert Michael Ballantyne
简介：At mischief again, of course: always at it....
类别：经典英文小说 点击次数：520 作者： Marian Keith
简介：Other years, by the time the mid-June days were come, the little brook that sang through John McIntyre's pasture-field had shrunk to a mere jeweled thread of golden pools and silver shallows, with her...
