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In the middle of the lake there is an island covered with trees and nut bushes; and amongst those trees stands a hollow oak-tree, which is the house of an owl who is called","beginner","en",1213,{"id":14,"slug":15,"title":16,"author":8,"excerpt":17,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":18},"b9de7556-1ec0-4c2f-8efb-bd7d7635daaf","the-tale-of-jemima-puddle-duck-beatrix-potter","The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck","A FARMYARD TALE FOR RALPH AND BETSY What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! --Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle-duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else--\"I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty-eight days;",1252,{"id":20,"slug":21,"title":22,"author":8,"excerpt":23,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":25},"24932117-1ad2-41f3-96cb-fac5cd3d22f4","the-tailor-of-gloucester-beatrix-potter","The Tailor of Gloucester","_MY DEAR FREDA,_ _Because you are fond of fairy-tales, and have been ill, I have made you a story all for yourself--a new one that nobody has read before._ _And the queerest thing about it is--that I heard it in Gloucestershire, and that it is true--at least about the tailor, the waistcoat, and the_ _\"No more twist!\"_ _Christmas, 1901_ THE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTER In the time of swords and periwigs","intermediate",2773,{"id":27,"slug":28,"title":29,"author":8,"excerpt":30,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":31},"4a3b019b-412c-4979-bb8e-850832160b3a","the-tale-of-peter-rabbit-beatrix-potter","The Tale of Peter Rabbit","Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were-- Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree. 'Now my dears,' said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, 'you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs.",950,{"id":33,"slug":34,"title":35,"author":36,"excerpt":37,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":38},"6e9764a3-234b-463f-98b8-6e529812d9be","1914-and-other-poems-rupert-brooke","1914, and Other Poems","Rupert Brooke","1914 I. PEACE Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of",6322,{"id":40,"slug":41,"title":42,"author":43,"excerpt":44,"difficulty":45,"language":11,"wordCount":46},"23f91d7d-2ecb-4156-ba42-cdf3bdbc2795","snow-bound-john-greenleaf-whittier","Snow-Bound","John Greenleaf Whittier","To _The Memory_ Of The Household It Describes, _This Poem Is Dedicated_ By The Author. \"As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits which be Angels of Light are augmented not only by the Divine light of the Sun, but also by our common VVood Fire: and as the Celestial Fire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of VVood doth the same.\" COR. AGRIPPA, _Occult","advanced",4829,{"id":48,"slug":49,"title":50,"author":51,"excerpt":52,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":53},"6b4d90ab-8f6a-4fa9-904f-c8093fb43387","trees-and-other-poems-joyce-kilmer","Trees, and Other Poems","Joyce Kilmer","TREES AND OTHER POEMS \"Mine is no horse with wings, to gain The region of the Spheral chime; He does but drag a rumbling wain, Cheered by the coupled bells of rhyme.\" Coventry Patmore To My Mother Gentlest of critics, does your memory hold (I know it does) a record of the days When I, a schoolboy, earned your generous praise For halting verse and stories crudely told? Over these childish scrawls",6154,{"id":55,"slug":56,"title":57,"author":58,"excerpt":59,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":60},"a9e2acf2-327c-4459-b6e6-89e4a87a2acb","the-adventure-of-the-dying-detective-arthur-conan-doyle","The Adventure of the Dying Detective","Arthur Conan Doyle","The Adventure of the Dying Detective By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman. Not only was her first-floor flat invaded at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters but her remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life which must have sorely tried her patience. His incredible untidiness, his",5780,{"id":62,"slug":63,"title":64,"author":65,"excerpt":66,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":67},"840caf1b-1936-453d-932c-e7e27354f1e4","micromegas-voltaire","Micromégas","Voltaire","MICROMEGAS, PHILOSOPHICAL HISTORY CHAPTER I. Voyage of an inhabitant of the Sirius star to the planet Saturn. On one of the planets that orbits the star named Sirius there lived a spirited young man, who I had the honor of meeting on the last voyage he made to our little ant hill. He was called Micromegas[1], a fitting name for anyone so great. He was eight leagues tall, or 24,000 geometric paces",7228,{"id":69,"slug":70,"title":71,"author":72,"excerpt":73,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":74},"8bcb7ac6-2779-4f0a-8b6b-ba77014b8073","the-red-room-h-g-wells","The Red Room","H. G. Wells","THE RED ROOM By H. G. Wells “I can assure you,” said I, “that it will take a very tangible ghost to frighten me.” And I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand. “It is your own choosing,” said the man with the withered arm, and glanced at me askance. “Eight-and-twenty years,” said I, “I have lived, and never a ghost have I seen as yet.” The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her",3924,{"id":76,"slug":77,"title":78,"author":72,"excerpt":79,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":80},"ec0484ef-e394-4291-bc5a-219be55ae2ca","the-star-h-g-wells","The Star","THE STAR By H. G. Wells Author of “The War of the Worlds”, “The Time Machine”, Etc. It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheeled about the sun, had become erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its",4203,{"id":82,"slug":83,"title":84,"author":85,"excerpt":86,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":87},"90781975-d00b-425d-be2d-1b9942525c6e","the-damned-thing-ambrose-bierce","The Damned Thing","Ambrose Bierce","I By THE light of a tallow candle, which had been placed on one end of a rough table, a man was reading something written in a book. It was an old account book, greatly worn; and the writing was not, apparently, very legible, for the man sometimes held the page close to the flame of the candle to get a stronger light upon it. The shadow of the book would then throw into obscurity a half of the",3237,{"id":89,"slug":90,"title":91,"author":92,"excerpt":93,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":94},"5cce4959-a01b-49a0-a5ce-9ded6d76b5ab","renascence-and-other-poems-edna-st-vincent-millay","Renascence, and Other Poems","Edna St. Vincent Millay","Renascence and Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay Contents: Renascence All I could see from where I stood Interim The room is full of you!--As I came in The Suicide \"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! God's World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing Sorrow Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Tavern I'll keep a little tavern Ashes of",6744,{"id":96,"slug":97,"title":98,"author":99,"excerpt":100,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":101},"10ec105f-601e-4c83-9f42-fa7f9decb664","songs-of-innocence-and-of-experience-william-blake","Songs of Innocence and of Experience","William Blake","SONGS OF INNOCENCE INTRODUCTION Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: ‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!’ So I piped with merry cheer. ‘Piper, pipe that song again.’ So I piped: he wept to hear. ‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’ So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. ‘Piper, sit",5377,{"id":103,"slug":104,"title":105,"author":106,"excerpt":107,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":108},"b8fb8964-3d4e-4ef4-8c52-6663be0a95dd","the-rime-of-the-ancient-mariner-samuel-taylor-coleridge","The Rime of the Ancient Mariner","Samuel Taylor Coleridge","THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER IN SEVEN PARTS By Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. \"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? \"The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.\" He holds him with his skinny hand, \"There was a",3856,{"id":110,"slug":111,"title":112,"author":113,"excerpt":114,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":115},"715113e6-d665-44f5-a4e8-af0d51be37b4","a-visit-from-st-nicholas-clement-clarke-moore","A Visit from St. Nicholas","Clement Clarke Moore","’Twas the Night before Christmas ’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just",544,{"id":117,"slug":118,"title":119,"author":120,"excerpt":121,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":122},"a8b2fd1b-a0fd-4af6-8cf0-e8463ca4477b","fables-for-the-frivolous-guy-wetmore-carryl","Fables for the Frivolous","Guy Wetmore Carryl","FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS _(With Apologies to La Fontaine)_ By GUY WETMORE CARRYL With Illustrations by Peter Newell 1898 FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS TO MY FATHER NOTE: I have pleasure in acknowledging the courteous permission the editors to reprint in this form such of the following fables were originally published in Harper's periodicals, in _Life_, and _Munsey's Magazine_. G. W. C. CONTENTS THE",5806,{"id":124,"slug":125,"title":126,"author":127,"excerpt":128,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":129},"8e109eae-4cfe-4b3c-af1d-b6b2087aaba2","sonnets-from-the-portuguese-elizabeth-barrett-browning","Sonnets from the Portuguese","Elizabeth Barrett Browning","I I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware, So",5112,{"id":131,"slug":132,"title":133,"author":134,"excerpt":135,"difficulty":45,"language":11,"wordCount":136},"d1c21fd9-2679-4129-806f-12b0cf286f5a","a-modest-proposal-jonathan-swift","A Modest Proposal","Jonathan Swift","A Modest Proposal For preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick. by Dr. Jonathan Swift 1729 It is a melancholy object to those, who walk through this great town, or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabbin-doors crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by",3420,{"id":138,"slug":139,"title":140,"author":141,"excerpt":142,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":143},"dd897bda-68e6-45ba-be6f-99860f5bee3c","the-hunting-of-the-snark-lewis-carroll","The Hunting of the Snark","Lewis Carroll","Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask The tale he loves to tell. Rude spirits of the seething outer strife, Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright, Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life, Empty of all delight!",5159,{"id":145,"slug":146,"title":147,"author":148,"excerpt":149,"difficulty":45,"language":11,"wordCount":150},"7411d939-fa42-4e6b-956c-668c046aa908","the-declaration-of-independence-of-the-united-states-of-america-thomas-jefferson","The Declaration of Independence of the United States of America","Thomas Jefferson","THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776 The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume, among the Powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of",1349,{"id":152,"slug":153,"title":154,"author":155,"excerpt":156,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":157},"fe7c87e1-1907-441e-996c-2603a1376f9a","the-yellow-wallpaper-charlotte-perkins-gilman","The Yellow Wallpaper","Charlotte Perkins Gilman","The Yellow Wallpaper By Charlotte Perkins Gilman It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate! Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. Else, why should it be",6085,{"id":159,"slug":160,"title":161,"author":162,"excerpt":163,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":164},"cadda2a9-eb5d-4386-a422-db5872ca9dd2","give-me-liberty-or-give-me-death-patrick-henry","Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death","Patrick Henry","Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775. No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character",1223,{"id":166,"slug":167,"title":168,"author":85,"excerpt":169,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":170},"c9d0618b-63e9-4766-aff2-f0b0146a068c","an-occurrence-at-owl-creek-bridge-ambrose-bierce","An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge","I A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man’s hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timber above his head and the slack fell to the level of his knees. Some loose boards laid upon the ties supporting the rails of the railway supplied a",3731,{"id":172,"slug":173,"title":174,"author":175,"excerpt":176,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":177},"ab8a0da7-d50c-4ad5-a8e5-652dcacdc0ce","the-monkey-s-paw-w-w-jacobs","The Monkey's Paw","W. W. Jacobs","THE LADY OF THE BARGE AND OTHER STORIES By W. W. Jacobs THE MONKEY’S PAW I. Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment",3952,{"id":179,"slug":180,"title":181,"author":182,"excerpt":183,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":184},"64403f36-61a5-496d-a577-4a901ad94c7b","the-raven-edgar-allan-poe","The Raven","Edgar Allan Poe","The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in",1075,{"id":186,"slug":187,"title":188,"author":182,"excerpt":189,"difficulty":24,"language":11,"wordCount":190},"12f585d2-f11e-4d29-8e2e-1c397ec0cc1d","the-masque-of-the-red-death-edgar-allan-poe","The Masque of the Red Death","The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the",2406,{"id":192,"slug":193,"title":194,"author":182,"excerpt":195,"difficulty":45,"language":11,"wordCount":196},"7b49fa4d-ba8f-45ec-981e-f8563db27420","the-fall-of-the-house-of-usher-edgar-allan-poe","The Fall of the House of Usher","The Fall of the House of Usher Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitot qu'on le touche il resonne. DE BERANGER. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on,",7065,{"id":198,"slug":199,"title":200,"author":182,"excerpt":201,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":202},"4e19dafe-5aa7-41be-ab1f-2a4ff32bbded","the-cask-of-amontillado-edgar-allan-poe","The Cask of Amontillado","The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. _At length_ I would be avenged; this was a point definitely settled--but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded",2317,{"id":204,"slug":205,"title":206,"author":207,"excerpt":208,"difficulty":10,"language":11,"wordCount":209},"91e156fa-d44d-4146-8b3e-56ebdff07b1c","the-gift-of-the-magi-o-henry","The Gift of the Magi","O. Henry","The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day",2065,1788869703634]