
'As well conceived and done, as rich in observation of the world, as profound where it needs to be profound, as any novel of recent writing.' Outlook. - 'This is no common book. It is a book which not merely touches vital things. It is vital.' Daily ...
A children’s time travel adventure of a boy, a wizard, a witch, and a magic box -- a beloved Christmas novel in England for generations and adapted into a classic BBC holiday series A “plum pudding of strange adventures, English legend, an...
The Midnight Folk introduces readers to Kay Harker, the orphaned boy who is also the hero of John Masefield’s classic Christmas fantasy, The Box of Delights. Kay lives in a vast old country house, and is looked after by an unpleasant duo: the oil...
This romance of the Spanish Main, set in the 17th century, was Masefield's first novel. A contemporary review in the Observer noted: "His style is crisp, curt and vigorous. He has the Stevensonian sea-swagger, the Stevensonian sense...
This 1910 novel tells the story of Martin Hyde, a spirited teenage boy who served the Duke of Monmouth in his ill-fated attempt to usurp the throne of James II in 1685. It is narrated by an older -- and perhaps wiser -- Hyde, reflecting on his ...
This description of the old front line, as it was when the Battle of the Somme began, may some day be of use. All wars end; even this war will some day end, and the ruins will be rebuilt and the field full of death will grow food, and all this fronti...
Excerpt from Reynard the Fox
What are the English games? The man's game is Association football; the woman's game, perhaps, hockey or lacrosse. Golf I regard more as a symptom of a happy marriage than a game. Cricket, which was once widely popula...Excerpt from Right Royal
Under the pale coat reaching to his Spurs One saw his colours, which were also hers, Narrow alternate bars of blue and white, Blue as the speedwell's eye and silver bright. What with hard work and waiting for the race..." ...]felt the want of an explanatory stanza near the beginning. "Yes," he said; "But I can't take your advice, because then it would not be quite my own." He told me the wild picturesque story (of a murder in Connaught) which had inspired the ballad...
CHAPTER I. I LEAVE HOME I was born at Oulton, in Suffolk, in the year 1672. I know not the day of my birth, but it was in March, a day or two after the Dutch war began. I know this, because my father, who was the clergyman at Oulton, once told me tha...
On it's surface 'Sard Harker' is an adventure novel, and a very successful one at that -- pulling the reader along through to its inevitable conclusion. But there's much more than just an adventure story here, including lyrical prose set against a dr...
Between the barren pasture and the wood There is a patch of poultry-stricken grass, Where, in old time, Ryemeadows' Farmhouse stood, And human fate brought tragic things to pass. A spring comes bubbling up there, cold as glass, It bubbles down, crust...
Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and...
This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them....
Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and...
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Story of a Round-House and Other Poems. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print.
This is a new and freshl...
Excerpt from The Widow in the Bye Street Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town, There lived a widow with her only son: She had no wealth nor title to renown, Nor any joyous hours, never one.She rose from ragged mattress before sunAnd stitched ...