Quotation

 

 

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

                    Charlie Chaplin

LISTENING COMPREHENSION

 

 

http://esl.about.com/od/englishlistening/

LISTENING COMPREHENSION

 

VOA - Voice of America      click

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

 

  Othello.rar                         Romeo And Juliet.rar     

 

  King Lear.rar                       Macbeth.rar    

 

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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