THE COUNTESS OF AMALFI
By Gabriele D’Annunzio I When, one day, toward two o’clock in the afternoon, Don Giovanni…
SORCERY
By Gabriele D’Annunzio When seven consecutive sneezes of Mastro Peppe De Sieri, called La Brevetta,…
THE BISHOP
Anton Chekhov I THE evening service was being celebrated on the eve of Palm Sunday…
MAESE PEREZ, THE ORGANIST
By Gustavo Adolfo Becquer From “Modern Ghosts.” Translated by Rollo Ogden. I. “Do you see…
WITHERED LEAVES
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER THE sun had set. The wheeling masses of cloud were hastening to heap…
THREE DATES
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER IN a portfolio which I still treasure, full of idle drawings made…
BELIEVE IN GOD
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER A Provençal Ballad. “I was the true Teobaldo de Montagut, Baron of…
THE PASSION ROSE
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER ONE summer afternoon, in a garden of Toledo, this curious tale was…
THE WHITE DOE
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER IN a small town of Aragon, about the end of the thirteenth…
THE SPIRITS’ MOUNTAIN
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER ON All Souls’ Night I was awakened, I knew not at what…