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In The Nightingale and the Rose, Oscar Wilde delivers one of his most haunting and lyrical works—a story where beauty and devotion meet indifference, and where love is measured not in words, but in what one is willing to give.

A obra O Rouxinol e a Rosa, de Oscar Wilde, é um dos contos de fadas mais profundos e melancólicos da literatura vitoriana. Diferente dos contos tradicionais, ele não possui um "final feliz", focando na crítica ao materialismo e na natureza do sacrifício.

What would you give for love if it meant everything? In Oscar Wilde’s classic short story, "The Nightingale and the Rose", a devoted nightingale gives everything to create the perfect red rose for a young student longing to win the heart of his beloved. As the bird pours her life into the flower, Wilde explores the soaring heights of selfless love, the pain of sacrifice, and the harsh, often cruel, realities of human desire.

"El ruiseñor y la rosa" de Oscar Wilde es un conmovedor cuento de hadas que explora temas de sacrificio, amor y la naturaleza del arte. La historia sigue a un ruiseñor que escucha a un joven estudiante lamentarse de su incapacidad para encontrar una rosa roja para su amada. Conmovido por su difícil situación, el ruiseñor se embarca en una búsqueda para crear una rosa roja para el estudiante, a pesar de la imposibilidad de la tarea. A través de su sacrificio y devoción inquebrantable, el ruiseñor finalmente descubre el verdadero significado del amor y el altruismo.

En El Ruiseñor y la Rosa se narra la historia de un ave que, al descubrir el amor que un joven le tiene a una señorita, hará todo lo posible para ayudarle a que sea correspondido.

Rosie Belmont has been driving me wild for years. The good kind of wild. The bad kind of wild. But mostly the kind of wild that comes with wanting your best friend’s little sister and knowing you can’t have her. After living in the city, she comes blasting back into Rose Hill like a storm. Beautiful, messy, and chaotic. And one wide-eyed desperate plea for a job is all it takes for me to hire her.

A nightingale, seeing the sorrow of a student who has no red rose to give to his love, stains a white rose crimson with her own blood.

I was matched once. An Alpha who promised me forever, who made me believe in all those things they say about true mates. And then I lost him. After that, I stopped dreaming. Stopped hoping. I told myself some bonds only come once in a lifetime… and mine was already gone. So when a surprise inheritance drags me from city life to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, I plan to keep things simple. Sign the papers. Sell the land. Drive away and forget this place ever existed. Then I meet them. Cash. Walker. Ridge. Three Alphas with stubborn streaks, patient smiles, and that maddening cowboy charm.

If there's one rule every pro-baller knows, it's to avoid the press like the plague. That doesn't stop Johnathan "Tuck" Tucker, the Rose City Roasters' second baseman with a heart of gold (and a hard-on for carbs), from hooking up with Portland's hot-shot sports journalist one summer evening. What starts as a one night stand quickly spirals into a series of steamy hook-ups between Tucker and the vegan-ish blond in khakis he can't resist. Getting involved with "the enemy" probably isn't the best idea, but a casual situationship couldn't hurt, right?

He’s growly. Grumpy. Stubborn. And now, my new roommate. Walking away from my disastrous last relationship was an easy decision, but moving in with a friend-of-a-friend hockey star who’s rarely home? Not quite as simple, because Grant makes me feel all kinds of things I’m not prepared for. Protected. Desired. Unsteady.

Weston Belmont. The man is a shameless flirt. He oozes confidence and masculinity in a way that’s downright distracting. And in bed? He’s addictive. Everything with him is wild and impulsive and I’m desperate to regain some control. But no one has supported me like West does. And no one has ever made me feel as loved as he does either. So, while my brain says settling down with a small-town horse trainer is impossible… my heart says I’m right where I belong.

The Little House books, which chronicled the pioneer adventures of Laura Ingalls Wilder, are among the most beloved books in the American literary canon. Lesser known is the secret, concealed for decades, of how they came to be. Now, best-selling author Susan Wittig Albert reimagines the fascinating story of Laura's daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, an intrepid world traveler and writer who returned to her parents' Ozark farm, Rocky Ridge, in 1928.

World-renowned pianist Gloria Banderas is at the height of her career when a curious ailment forces her to cancel a sold-out performance at Carnegie Hall. The same day, she befriends one of the many free-spirited artists inhabiting the warren of apartments above the theater. With her career and marriage at a standstill, Gloria moves into an empty studio and convalesces among the poets, photographers, and dancers who eke out a living with total dedication to their art. As a return to her old routine beckons, Gloria must decide which parts of her life are worth fighting for.

Molly’s policeman husband, Daniel, is late returning home. He comes with a tale to tell: There was a murder on Ellis Island that day, and the main suspect is the spitting image of Molly. The circumstances are eerily similar to when Molly herself arrived on Ellis Island, and she can’t help but feel a sense of fate. Molly was meant to be there that day so that she can clear this woman’s name.

Aria Valienne spent her life under the iron rule of a vampire clan that sees mercy as weakness. Now hunted, wounded, and desperate for freedom, she flees into the wild—only to be found by a hardened mercenary with sharp eyes and an even sharper blade. Roan should be just another danger in a world that seeks to devour her, yet something about the woman makes Aria hesitate… and hunger.

I’ll admit I’m a romantic and heroic. But to be honest, it’s not my fault: it’s the fault of all the horses I’ve ever known. In my romantic struggle for beauty in an unromantic mechanical age, my horses, simply by how they were, and how we looked, and how we were together, although no more than a tiny broadside against the ghost ship of mediocrity of this crazy age, were some kind of victory just by the fact that we still existed. Horses inspire courage against hopeless odds just by their courage and beauty.

I wasn’t looking for anything more than a night at The Players Club to forget my troubles. But then Ford Perish crashed into my life with a body made for sin and a smoldering stare that promised things no man ever dared to offer me. When trouble at work turned into a full-blown threat, Ford became more than a temptation. He became my full-time bodyguard. My living, breathing, test of control. Living under the same roof as this infuriating man was delicious torture. He invaded my space, my mind, and my body until there was no part of me he didn’t own.

Be swept up in the unforgettable new historical novel from the reader’s favourite. Can Rosina discover the hidden secrets of Moonshadow Manor? When spirited Rosina Wills is driven from her London home by a conniving stepmother, she seeks refuge in the wild heart of Dartmoor. But Moonshadow...

Shona Scott would much rather putter in her garden than deal with brides that get hysterical over floral arrangements. Fed up, she quits the wedding business and renovates a small cottage on her property for holiday rentals. Without the weddings crowding her calendar, Shona will finally get some time to explore a newfound talent. An unexplainable one, at that.

I've always done what was expected of me. Layla Birch, the good girl. Forced to grow up too fast. To take care of everything myself. I had a plan. Only, I didn't count on him. Colton Wilder, the cowboy nearly twice my age. He's my dream man. One who takes care of me, gives me a job, and makes my pulse thud harder every time he comes near. My ex-boyfriend's father. The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain. As the snow grows thicker and the tension builds between us, we're both inching closer to a line we shouldn't cross.