The Hound of the Baskervilles / Arthur Conan Doyle

Title: The Hound of the Baskervilles 

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

Subjects: Fiction; Detective; Mystery

The book tells the story of an attempted murder inspired by the legend of a fearsome, diabolical hound of supernatural origin. Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. Watson investigate the case. One of the most famous stories ever written, the book was listed as number 128 of 200 on the BBC's The Big Read poll of the UK's "best-loved novel".

The Sign of the Four / Arthur Conan Doyle

Title: The Sign of the Four 

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle 

Subjects: Fiction; Detective; Mystery

It is second novel featuring Sherlock Holmes. The Sign of the Four has a complex plot involving service in India, the Indian Rebellion of 1857, a stolen treasure, and a secret pact among four convicts and two corrupt prison guards.

A Study In Scarlet / Arthur Conan Doyle

Title: A Study In Scarlet

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

Subjects: Fiction; Detective; Mystery

The story marks the first appearance of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, who would become the most famous detective duo in popular fiction. It was the first work of detective fiction to incorporate the magnifying glass as an investigative tool. A Study in Scarlet was among the first to be adapted to the screen. 

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes / Arthur Conan Doyle

Title: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

Subjects: Fiction; Detective; Mystery; Classic

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a collection of twelve stories written by Arthur Conan Doyle featuring his famous detective.

With the Chiddingfolds / Arthur Conan Doyle

The horse is bedded down

Where the straw lies deep.

The hound is in the kennel;

Let the poor hound sleep!

And the fox is in the spinney

By the run which he is haunting,

And I'll lay an even guinea

That a goose or two is wanting

When the farmer comes to count them in the morning.

The Storming Party / Arthur Conan Doyle

Said Paul Leroy to Barrow,

'Though the breach is steep and narrow,

If we only gain the summit

Then it's odds we hold the fort.

I have ten and you have twenty,

And the thirty should be plenty,

With Henderson and Henty

And McDermott in support.'

The Song of the Bow / Arthur Conan Doyle

What of the bow?

The bow was made in England:

Of true wood, of yew-wood,

The wood of English bows;

So men who are free

Love the old yew-tree

And the land where the yew-tree grows.

The Passing / Arthur Conan Doyle

It was the hour of dawn,

When the heart beats thin and small,

The window glimmered grey,

Framed in a shadow wall.

And in the cold sad light

Of the early morningtide,

The dear dead girl came back

And stood by his bedside.

The Old Huntsman / Arthur Conan Doyle

There's a keen and grim old huntsman

On a horse as white as snow;

Sometimes he is very swift

And sometimes he is slow.

But he never is at fault,

For he always hunts at view

And he rides without a halt

After you.

The Old Gray Fox / Arthur Conan Doyle

We started from the Valley Pride,

And Farnham way we went.

We waited at the cover-side,

But never found a scent.

Then we tried the withy beds

Which grow by Frensham town,

And there we found the old gray fox,

The Irish Colonel / Arthur Conan Doyle

Said the king to the colonel,

'The complaints are eternal,

That you Irish give more trouble

Than any other corps.'

Said the colonel to the king,

'This complaint is no new thing,

For your foemen, sire, have made it

A hundred times before.'

The Inner Room / Arthur Conan Doyle

It is mine--the little chamber,

Mine alone.

I had it from my forbears

Years agone.

Yet within its walls I see

A most motley company,

And they one and all claim me

As their own.

The Home-Coming of the 'Eurydice' / Arthur Conan Doyle

Up with the royals that top the white spread of her!

Press her and dress her, and drive through the foam;

The Island's to port, and the mainland ahead of her,

Hey for the Warner and Hayling and Home!

Bo'sun, O Bo'sun, just look at the green of it!

Look at the red cattle down by the hedge!

Look at the farmsteading--all that is seen of it,

One little gable end over the edge!'

The Groom's Story / Arthur Conan Doyle

Ten mile in twenty minutes! 'E done it, sir. That's true.

The big bay 'orse in the further stall--the one wot's next to you.

I've seen some better 'orses; I've seldom seen a wuss,

But 'e 'olds the bloomin' record, an' that's good enough for us.

We knew as it wa's in 'im. 'E's thoroughbred, three part,

We bought 'im for to race 'im, but we found 'e 'ad no 'eart;

For 'e was sad and thoughtful, and amazin' dignified,

It seemed a kind o' liberty to drive 'im or to ride;

The Frontier Line / Arthur Conan Doyle

What marks the frontier line?

Thou man of India, say!

Is it the Himalayas sheer,

The rocks and valleys of Cashmere,

Or Indus as she seeks the south

From Attoch to the fivefold mouth?

'Not that! Not that!'

Then answer me, I pray!

What marks the frontier line?

The Franklin's Maid / Arthur Conan Doyle

The franklin he hath gone to roam,

The franklin's maid she bides at home;

But she is cold, and coy, and staid,

And who may win the franklin's maid?

There came a knight of high renown

In bassinet and ciclatoun;

On bended knee full long he prayed -

He might not win the franklin's maid.

The Farnshire Cup / Arthur Conan Doyle

Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis

And Sammy MacGregor on Flo,

Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider,

But HE'D make a wooden horse go.

There was Robin and Leah and Boadicea,

And Chesterfield's Son of the Sea;

And Irish Nuneaton, who never was beaten,

They backed her at seven to three.

The Dying Whip / Arthur Conan Doyle

It came from gettin' 'eated, that was 'ow the thing begun,

And 'ackin' back to kennels from a ninety-minute run;

'I guess I've copped brownchitis,' says I to brother Jack,

An' then afore I knowed it I was down upon my back.

At night there came a sweatin' as left me deadly weak,

And my throat was sort of tickly an' it 'urt me for to speak;

An' then there came an 'ackin' cough as wouldn't leave alone,

An' then afore I knowed it I was only skin and bone

The Blind Archer / Arthur Conan Doyle

Little boy Love drew his bow at a chance,

Shooting down at the ballroom floor;

He hit an old chaperone watching the dance,

And oh! but he wounded her sore.

'Hey, Love, you couldn't mean that!

Hi, Love, what would you be at?'

No word would he say,

But he flew on his way,

For the little boy's busy, and how could he stay?

The Bay Horse / Arthur Conan Doyle

Squire wants the bay horse,

 For it is the best. 

Squire holds the mortgage;

 Where's the interest? 

Haven't got the interest, 

Can't raise a sou; 

Shan't sell the bay horse,

 Whatever he may do.