ENGLISH PROVERBS

There is some English proverbs that are common in English language countries

 

He who would climb the ladder must begin at the bottom

He that seeks trouble never misses

He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses

He is not wise that is not wise for himself

God help the rich, the poor can look after themselves

God help the rich man, let the poor man beg

Give the devil his due

Friends are like fiddle strings, they must not be screwed too tight

 

English Proverbs

There is 8 English proverbs  that are famous between English  people

 

Children are poor men's riches

Blood is thicker than water

Better the devil you know than the devil you don't know

Advice when most needed is least heeded

A poor beauty finds more lovers than husbands

A hungry man is an angry man

A friend in need is a friend indeed

A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush

Great novel

 

 A summary and analysis of one of the most interesting novel of Wiliam Faulkner

 

As I Lay Dying

 

http://www.gradesaver.com/classicnotes/titles/dying/

John Heywood proverbs

 

John Heywood is one of the English writers in 16th century and he had many proverbs in English. Here you can see some of them

 

A hard beginning makes a good ending

A man may well bring a horse to the water, but he cannot make him drink

A penny for your thoughts

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Martin Eden by Jack London

 

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Bible proverbs

 

A soft answer turns away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger

A worthy woman is far more precious than jewels, strength and dignity are her clothing

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all about Aemilia Lanyer

 

 

http://www.ic.arizona.edu/ic/mcbride/lanyer/lanyer.htm

 

Quotation

 

 

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot

                    Charlie Chaplin

LISTENING COMPREHENSION

 

 

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LISTENING COMPREHENSION

 

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idiomatic expressions

 

http://www.usingenglish.com/reference/idioms/

http://humanities.byu.edu/elc/student/idioms/idiomsmain.html

http://www.idiomsite.com/

http://towerofenglish.com/idioms.html

http://www.idiomconnection.com/

http://humanities.byu.edu/elc/student/idioms/idiomsmain_idm_all.html

http://humanities.byu.edu/elc/student/idioms/idiomsmain_prv_all.html

http://www.eslcafe.com/idioms/id-list.html

Proverbs and Sayings

 

http://www.eslgold.net/idioms/proverbs_sayings.htm

Epithalamion by Edmund Spenser

 

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Maxim

 

 

Music is the shorthand of emotion

 

Tolstoy                                                                           

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

 

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Four plays from William Shakespeare

 

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Samson Agonistes by John Milton

 

 

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Utopia bye Sir Thomas More

 

 

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American Literature

 

 

Colonial and Revolutionary Literature.

Early National Literature: Part I

Early National Literature: Part II

Later National Literature: Part I

Later National Literature: Part II

Later National Literature: Part III

 

 

Mythology in English literature

 

 

http://reference.allrefer.com/encyclopedia/categories/folk.html

 

 

Lady With Lapdog bye Anton Chekov

 

Anton Chekov

Lady With Lapdog

It was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov, who had by then been a fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly at home there, had begun to take an interest in new arrivals. Sitting in Verney's pavilion, he saw, walking on the sea-front, a fair-haired young lady of medium height, wearing a beret; a white Pomeranian dog was running behind her.

     And afterwards he met her in the public gardens and in the square several times a day. She was walking alone, always wearing the same beret, and always with the same white dog; no one knew who she was, and every one called her simply "the lady with the dog."

     "If she is here alone without a husband or friends, it wouldn't be amiss to make her acquaintance," Gurov reflected.

     He was under forty, but he had a daughter already twelve years old, and two sons at school. He had been married young, when he was a student in his second year, and by now his wife seemed half as old again as he. She was a tall, erect woman with dark eyebrows, staid and dignified, and, as she said of herself, intellectual. She read a great deal, used phonetic spelling, called her husband, not Dmitri, but Dimitri, and he secretly considered her unintelligent, narrow, inelegant, was afraid of her, and did not like to be at home. He had begun being unfaithful to her long ago -- had been unfaithful to her often, and, probably on that account, almost always spoke ill of women, and when they were talked about in his presence, used to call them "the lower race."
     It seemed to him that he had been so schooled by bitter experience that he might call them what he liked, and yet he could not get on for two days together without "the lower race." In the society of men he was bored and not himself, with them he was cold and uncommunicative; but when he was in the company of women he felt free, and knew what to say to them and how to behave; and he was at ease with them even when he was silent. In his appearance, in his character, in his whole nature, there was something attractive and elusive which allured women and disposed them in his favour; he knew that, and some force seemed to draw him, too, to them.

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English Literature

 

:A good site about english literature

 

http://www.luminarium.org

Charles Dickens' Biography

 

 

 

CHARLES DICKENS' BIOGRAPHY

 

 

 

Life

 

Dickens was born in Portsmouth, Hampshire, to John Dickens (1786–1851), a naval pay clerk, and his wife Elizabeth Dickens née Barrow (1789–1863). When he was five, the family moved to Chatham, Kent. When he was ten, the family relocated to 16 Bayham Street, Camden Town in London. His early years were an idyllic time. He thought himself then as a "very small and not-over-particularly-taken-care-of boy"[2]. He spent his time outdoors, reading voraciously with a particular fondness for the picaresque novels of Tobias Smollett and Henry Fielding. He talked later in life of his extremely poignant memories of childhood and his continuing photographic memory of people and events that helped bring his fiction to life. His family was moderately well-off, and he received some education at a private school but all that changed when his father, after spending too much money entertaining and retaining his social position, was imprisoned for debt. At the age of twelve, Dickens was deemed old enough to work and began working for ten hours a day in Warren's boot-blacking factory, located near the present Charing Cross railway station. He spent his time pasting labels on the jars of thick polish and earned six shillings a week. With this money, he had to pay for his lodging and help to support his family, most of whom were living with his father, who was incarcerated in the nearby Marshalsea debtors' prison.

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The new Atlantis by Francis Bacon

 

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David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

 

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Christmas

Christmas by John Betjeman

The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain.
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker's Green.
 
The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that villagers can say
'The Church looks nice' on Christmas Day.
 
Provincial public houses blaze
And Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'
 
And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.
 
And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad,
And Christmas morning bells say 'Come!'
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
 
And is it true? and is it true?
The most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?
 
And is it true? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant.
 
No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.

Two books from Benjamin Franklin

 

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  The Autobiography Of Benjamin Franklin.rar                                

A Dark Brown Dog by Stephan Crane

A Dark Brown Dog

Stephan Crane

A child was standing on a street-corner. He leaned with one shoulder against a high board-fence and swayed the other to and fro, the while kicking carelessly at the gravel.

Sunshine beat upon the cobbles, and a lazy summer wind raised yellow dust which trailed in clouds down the avenue. Clattering trucks moved with indistinctness through it. The child stood dreamily gazing.

After a time, a little dark-brown dog came trotting with an intent air down the sidewalk. A short rope was dragging from his neck. Occasionally he trod upon the end of it and stumbled.

He stopped opposite the child, and the two regarded each other. The dog hesitated for a moment, but presently he made some little advances with his tail. The child put out his hand and called him. In an apologetic manner the dog came close, and the two had an interchange of friendly patting and waggles. The dog became more enthusiastic with each moment of the interview, until with his gleeful capering he threatened to overturn the child. Whereupon the child lifted his hand and struck the dog a blow upon the head.

 

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

The Lottery

Shirley Jackson

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.

The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.

 

Richard Aldington Poems

 

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