| 3 | Author: | Bird
Robert Montgomery
1806-1854 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Infidel, Or, the Fall of Mexico  | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | The traveller, who wanders at the present day
along the northern and eastern borders of the Lake
of Tezcuco, searches in vain for those monuments
of aboriginal grandeur, which surrounded it in the
age of Montezuma. The lake itself, which, not so
much from the saltness of its flood as from the
vastness of its expanse, was called by Cortes the
Sea of Anahuac, is no longer worthy of the name.
The labours of that unhappy race of men, whose
bondage the famous Conquistador cemented in the
blood of their forefathers, have conducted, through
the bowels of a mountain, the waters of its great
tributaries, the pools of San Cristobal and Zumpango;
and these, rushing down the channel of
the Tula, or river of Montezuma, and mingled with
the surges of the great Gulf, support fleets of
modern argosies, instead of piraguas and chinampas,
and expend upon foundering ships-of-war the
wrath, which, in their ancient beds, was wasted
upon reeds and bulrushes. With the waters,
which rippled through their streets, have vanished
the numberless towns and cities, that once beautified
the margin of the Alpine sea; the towers have
fallen, the lofty pyramids melted into earth or air,
and the palaces and tombs of kings will be looked
for in vain, under tangled copses of thistle and
prickly-pear. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 4 | Author: | Bird
Robert Montgomery
1806-1854 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Infidel, Or, the Fall of Mexico | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Before sunrise on the following morning, many
a feathered band of allies from distant tribes was
pouring into Tezcuco; for this was the day on
which the Captain-General had appointed to review
his whole force, assign the several divisions to the
command of his favourite officers, and expound the
system of warfare, by which he expected to reduce
the doomed Tenochtitlan. The multitudes that
were collected by midday would be beyond our
belief, did we not know that the royal valley, and
every neighbouring nook of Anahuac capable of
cultivation, were covered by a population almost
as dense as that which makes an ant-heap of the
`Celestial Empire,' at this day. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 5 | Author: | Brooks
Maria Gowen
1794 or 5-1845 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Idomen, Or, the Vale of Yumuri | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Modern English collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | Various misfortunes had determined me to
visit the new world. Far advanced in the path
of life, my wishes were few. I sought only gold
enough to retire to some humble recess; and
hoped for no other pleasure, than to find at
last, some being capable of friendship, that I
might sometimes unburthen my heart, by expressing
my real sentiments. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 8 | Author: | Rowson
Mrs.
1762-1824 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The inquisitor, or, Invisible rambler | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I Should like to know the certainty of it, said I,
putting the petition into my pocket.—It contained
an account of an unfortunate tradesman reduced to
want, with a wife and three small children.—He asked
not charity for himself, but them.—I should like
to know the certainty of it, said I—there are so many
feigned tales of distress, and the world is so full
of duplicity, that in following the dictates of humanity
we often encourage idleness.—Could I but be
satisfied of the authenticity of this man's story, I
would do something for him. Poor fellow! said I, looking at him with an
eye of compassion as he went out of the apartment
—Poor fellow! thou hast been hardly used by one
man who called himself a Christian, and it makes
thee suspect the whole race—But, surely, said I, it is
not a man's barely prosessing Christianity that makes
him worthy that character; a man must behave
with humanity, not only to his fellow-creatures, but
to the animal creation, before he can be ranked with
propriety among that exalted class of mortals. It was on a fine evening, the latter end of May,
when tired with the fatigues of the day, for she was
a milliner's apprentice, Annie obtained leave of her
mistress to walk out for a little air.—Her mistress
had a shop which she occupied, and frequently visited
during the summer season, situated on the banks
of the Thames. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 9 | Author: | Tuckerman
Henry T.
(Henry Theodore)
1813-1871 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Isabel, or, Sicily | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | There is, perhaps, no approach to the old world
more impressive to the transatlantic voyager, than
the Straits of Gibraltar. The remarkable promontory
which rises abruptly before him, is calculated to
interest his mind, wearied with the monotony of sea-life,
not less as an object of great natural curiosity
than from the historical circumstances with which it
is associated. Anciently deemed the boundary of
the world, it was fabled, that at this point Europe
and Africa were united until riven asunder by Hercules,
forming the south-western extremity of Andalusia,
and long occupied as a Moorish fortress, it
awakens the many romantic impressions which embalm
the history of Spain; constituting, as it were,
the gate of the Mediterranean, the comer from the
new world cannot pass its lofty and venerable form,
without feeling that he has left the ocean whose
waters lave his native shore, and entered a sea
hallowed by the annals of antiquity, and renowned
for scenes of southern luxuriance and beauty. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 12 | Author: | Tuckerman
Henry T.
(Henry Theodore)
1813-1871 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Italian sketch book | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | There are countries of the globe which possess a
permanent and peculiar interest in human estimation;
an interest proportioned in each individual to
his intelligence, culture and philanthropy. They
are those where the most momentous historical events
occurred, and civilization first dawned; and of which
the past associations and present influences are, consequently,
in a high degree exciting. The history
of these lands affords one of our most attractive
sources of philosophical truth, as the reminiscences
they induce excite poetical sentiment; and, hence,
we very naturally regard a visit to them as an event
singularly interesting, not to say morally important. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 13 | Author: | Jacobs
Harriet A.
(Harriet Ann)
1813-1897 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Incidents in the life of a slave girl | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | I was born a slave; but I never knew it till six
years of happy childhood had passed away. My father
was a carpenter, and considered so intelligent and
skilful in his trade, that, when buildings out of the
common line were to be erected, he was sent for from
long distances, to be head workman. On condition
of paying his mistress two hundred dollars a year, and
supporting himself, he was allowed to work at his
trade, and manage his own affairs. His strongest
wish was to purchase his children; but, though he
several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose,
he never succeeded. In complexion my parents
were a light shade of brownish yellow, and were
termed mulattoes. They lived together in a comfortable
home; and, though we were all slaves, I was so
fondly shielded that I never dreamed I was a piece
of merchandise, trusted to them for safe keeping, and
liable to be demanded of them at any moment. I had
one brother, William, who was two years younger
than myself — a bright, affectionate child. I had also
a great treasure in my maternal grandmother, who
was a remarkable woman in many respects. She was
the daughter of a planter in South Carolina, who, at
his death, left her mother and his three children free,
with money to go to St. Augustine, where they had
relatives. It was during the Revolutionary War; and
they were captured on their passage, carried back, and
sold to different purchasers. Such was the story my
grandmother used to tell me; but I do not remember
all the particulars. She was a little girl when she was
captured and sold to the keeper of a large hotel. I
have often heard her tell how hard she fared during
childhood. But as she grew older she evinced so
much intelligence, and was so faithful, that her master
and mistress could not help seeing it was for their
interest to take care of such a valuable piece of property.
She became an indispensable personage in the
household, officiating in all capacities, from cook and
wet nurse to seamstress. She was much praised for
her cooking; and her nice crackers became so famous
in the neighborhood that many people were desirous
of obtaining them. In consequence of numerous requests
of this kind, she asked permission of her mistress
to bake crackers at night, after all the household
work was done; and she obtained leave to do it, provided
she would clothe herself and her children from
the profits. Upon these terms, after working hard all
day for her mistress, she began her midnight bakings,
2
assisted by her two oldest children. The business
proved profitable; and each year she laid by a little,
which was saved for a fund to purchase her children.
Her master died, and the property was divided among
his heirs. The widow had her dower in the hotel,
which she continued to keep open. My grandmother
remained in her service as a slave; but her children
were divided among her master's children. As she
had five, Benjamin, the youngest one, was sold, in
order that each heir might have an equal portion of
dollars and cents. There was so little difference in
our ages that he seemed more like my brother than
my uncle. He was a bright, handsome lad, nearly
white; for he inherited the complexion my grandmother
had derived from Anglo-Saxon ancestors.
Though only ten years old, seven hundred and twenty
dollars were paid for him. His sale was a terrible
blow to my grandmother; but she was naturally hopeful,
and she went to work with renewed energy, trusting
in time to be able to purchase some of her children.
She had laid up three hundred dollars, which her
mistress one day begged as a loan, promising to pay
her soon. The reader probably knows that no promise
or writing given to a slave is legally binding; for,
according to Southern laws, a slave, being property,
can hold no property. When my grandmother lent
her hard earnings to her mistress, she trusted solely
to her honor. The honor of a slaveholder to a slave! “$300 Reward! Ran away from the subscriber,
an intelligent, bright, mulatto girl, named Linda, 21
years of age. Five feet four inches high. Dark
eyes, and black hair inclined to curl; but it can
be made straight. Has a decayed spot on a front
tooth. She can read and write, and in all probability
will try to get to the Free States. All persons are forbidden,
under penalty of the law, to harbor or employ
said slave. $150 will be given to whoever takes her
in the state, and $300 if taken out of the state and
delivered to me, or lodged in jail. “Dear Grandmother: I have long wanted to write
to you; but the disgraceful manner in which I left you
and my children made me ashamed to do it. If you
knew how much I have suffered since I ran away, you
would pity and forgive me. I have purchased freedom
at a dear rate. If any arrangement could be
made for me to return to the south without being a
slave, I would gladly come. If not, I beg of you to
send my children to the north. I cannot live any
longer without them. Let me know in time, and I
will meet them in New York or Philadelphia, whichever
place best suits my uncle's convenience. Write
as soon as possible to your unhappy daughter, | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 15 | Author: | Melville
Herman
1819-1891 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Israel Potter | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | THE traveller who at the present day is content to travel
in the good old Asiatic style, neither rushed along by a
locomotive, nor dragged by a stage-coach; who is willing to
enjoy hospitalities at far-scattered farmhouses, instead of
paying his bill at an inn; who is not to be frightened by
any amount of loneliness, or to be deterred by the roughest
roads or the highest hills; such a traveller in the eastern
part of Berkshire, Massachusetts, will find ample food
for poetic reflection in the singular scenery of a country,
which, owing to the ruggedness of the soil and its lying out
of the track of all public conveyances, remains almost as
unknown to the general tourist as the interior of Bohemia. “After so courteous a reception, I am disturbed to
make you no better return than you have just experienced
from the actions of certain persons under my command.
—actions, lady, which my profession of arms obliges me
not only to brook, but, in a measure, to countenance.
From the bottom of my heart, my dear lady, I deplore
this most melancholy necessity of my delicate position.
However unhandsome the desire of these men, some
complaisance seemed due them from me, for their general
good conduct and bravery on former occasions. I had
but an instant to consider. I trust, that in unavoidably
gratifying them, I have inflicted less injury on your ladyship's
property than I have on my own bleeding sensibilities.
But my heart will not allow me to say more.
Permit me to assure you, dear lady, that when the
plate is sold, I shall, at all hazards, become the purchaser,
and will be proud to restore it to you, by such conveyance
as you may hereafter see fit to appoint. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 16 | Author: | Twain
Mark
1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The innocents abroad, or, The new Pilgrim's progress | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | FOR months the great Pleasure Excursion to Europe and
the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers
every where in America, and discussed at countless firesides.
It was a novelty in the way of Excursions—its like had not
been thought of before, and it compelled that interest which
attractive novelties always command. It was to be a picnic
on a gigantic scale. The participants in it, instead of freighting
an ungainly steam ferry-boat with youth and beauty and
pies and doughnuts, and paddling up some obscure creek to
disembark upon a grassy lawn and wear themselves out with
a long summer day's laborious frolicking under the impression
that it was fun, were to sail away in a great steamship with
flags flying and cannon pealing, and take a royal holiday
beyond the broad ocean, in many a strange clime and in many
a land renowned in history! They were to sail for months
over the breezy Atlantic and the sunny Mediterranean; they
were to scamper about the decks by day, filling the ship with
shouts and laughter—or read novels and poetry in the shade
of the smoke-stacks, or watch for the jelly-fish and the nautilus,
over the side, and the shark, the whale, and other strange
monsters of the deep; and at night they were to dance in the
open air, on the upper deck, in the midst of a ball-room that
stretched from horizon to horizon, and was domed by the bending
heavens and lighted by no meaner lamps than the stars
and the magnificent moon—dance, and promenade, and
smoke, and sing, and make love, and search the skies for constellations
that never associate with the “Big Dipper” they
were so tired of; and they were to see the ships of twenty
navies—the customs and costumes of twenty curious peoples
—the great cities of half a world—they were to hob-nob with
nobility and hold friendly converse with kings and princes,
Grand Moguls, and the anointed lords of mighty empires! The undersigned will make an excursion as above during the coming season, and
begs to submit to you the following programme: “Monsieur le Landlord—Sir: Pourquoi don't you Mettez some savon in your bed-chambers?
Est-ce que vous pensez I will steal it? La nuit passée you charged me
pour deux chandelles when I only had one; hier vous avez charged me avec glace
when I had none at all; tout les jours you are coming some fresh game or other on
me, mais vous ne pouvez pas play this savon dodge on me twice. Savon is a necessary
de la vie to any body but a Frenchman, et je l'aurai hors de cet hôtel or make
trouble. You hear me. Allons. The steamer Quaker City has accomplished at last her extraordinary voyage
and returned to her old pier at the foot of Wall street. The expedition was a success
in some respects, in some it was not. Originally it was advertised as a “pleasure
excursion.” Well, perhaps, it was a pleasure excursion, but certainly it did
not look like one; certainly it did not act like one. Any body's and every body's
notion of a pleasure excursion is that the parties to it will of a necessity be young
and giddy and somewhat boisterous. They will dance a good deal, sing a good
deal, make love, but sermonize very little. Any body's and every body's notion of
a well conducted funeral is that there must be a hearse and a corpse, and chief
mourners and mourners by courtesy, many old people, much solemnity, no levity,
and a prayer and a sermon withal. Three-fourths of the Quaker City's passengers
were between forty and seventy years of age! There was a picnic crowd for you!
It may be supposed that the other fourth was composed of young girls. But it
was not. It was chiefly composed of rusty old bachelors and a child of six years.
Let us average the ages of the Quaker City's pilgrims and set the figure down as
fifty years. Is any man insane enough to imagine that this picnic of patriarchs
sang, made love, danced, laughed, told anecdotes, dealt in ungodly levity? In my
experience they sinned little in these matters. No doubt it was presumed here at
home that these frolicsome veterans laughed and sang and romped all day, and day
after day, and kept up a noisy excitement from one end of the ship to the other;
and that they played blind-man's buff or danced quadrilles and waltzes on moonlight
evenings on the quarter-dock; and that at odd moments of unoccupied time
they jotted a laconic item or two in the journals they opened on such an elaborate
plan when they left home, and then skurried off to their whist and euchre labors
under the cabin lamps. If these things were presumed, the presumption was at
fault. The venerable excursionists were not gay and frisky. They played no
blind-man's buff; they dealt not in whist; they shirked not the irksome journal,
for alas! most of them were even writing books. They never romped, they talked
but little, they never sang, save in the nightly prayer-meeting. The pleasure ship
was a synagogue, and the pleasure trip was a funeral excursion without a corpse.
(There is nothing exhilarating about a funeral excursion without a corpse.) A free,
hearty laugh was a sound that was not heard oftener than once in seven days about
those decks or in those cabins, and when it was heard it met with precious little
sympathy. The excursionists danced, on three separate evenings, long, long ago,
(it seems an age,) quadrilles, of a single set, made up of three ladies and five gentlemen,
(the latter with handkerchiefs around their arms to signify their sex,) who
timed their feet to the solemn wheezing of a melodeon; but even this melancholy
orgie was voted to be sinful, and dancing was discontinued. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 18 | Author: | Abutsu-ni | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Izayoi Nikki | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | むかし、かべのなかより、もとめいでたりけむふみの名をば、いまの世の人の子は、夢ばかりも、身のうへの事とはしらざりけりな。みづくきのをかの葛原かへす％＼もかきおくあとたしかなれども、かひなきものは、おやのいさめなりけり。また賢王の人をすて給はぬまつりごとにももれ、忠臣の世を思ふなさけにもすてらるるものは、かずならぬ身ひとつなりけりと思ひしりなば又さてしもあらで、なほこのうれへこそやるかたなくかなしけれ。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 19 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ise monogatari | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | むかしおとこありけりうゐかふりしてならの京かすかの里にしるよししてかりにいきけり其さとにいともなまめきたる女はらすみけりかのおとこかいま見てけりおもほえすふるさとにいともはしたなくありけれは心ちまとひにけり男きたりけるかりきぬのすそをきりてうたをかきてやるそのおとこしのふすりのかりきぬをなんきたりける | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 22 | Author: | Izumi Shikibu | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Izumi Shikibu nikki [Sanjonishike-bon manuscript] | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | ゆめよりもはかなき世のなかをなげきわびつゝあかしくらすほどに、四月十よひ
にもなりぬれば、木のしたくらがりもてゆく。ついひぢのうへの草あをやかなるも、
人はことにめもとゞめぬを、あはれとながむるほどに、ちかきすいがいのもとに人の
けはひすれば、たれならんとおもふほどに、〔さしいでたるをみれば〕、故宮にさぶ
らひしことねりわらはなりけり。あはれにものゝおぼゆるほどにきたれば、「などか
ひさしくみえざりつる。とをざかるむかしのなごりにもおもふを」などいはすれば、「そのことゝさぶらはでは、なれ／＼しきさまにやとつゝましう候うちに、日ごろは山でらにまかりありきてなん。いとたよりなくつれ％＼に思たまふらるれば、御かはりにもみたてまつらんとてなんそちの宮にまいりてさぶらふ」とかたる。「いとよきことにこそあなれ。そのみやはいとあてに、けゝしうおはしますなるは、むかしのやうには、えしもあらじ」などいへば、「しかおはしませど、いとけぢかくおはしまして、『つねにまいるや』とゝはせおはしまして、『まいり侍』と申候つれば、『これもてまいりて、′いかゞみ給′とてたてまつらせよ』とのたまはせつる」とて、たちばなの花をとりいでたれば、「むかしの人の」といはれて、「さらばまいりなん。
いかゞきこえさすべき」といへば、ことばにてきこえさせんもかたはらいたくて、な
にかはあだ／＼しくもまだきこえ給はぬを、はかなきことをもと思て、 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 23 | Author: | Kuki, Shuzo | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Iki no kozo | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 「いき」といふ現象は如何なる構造をもつてゐるか。先づ我々は如何なる方法によつて「いき」の構造を闡明し、「いき」の存在を把握することが出來るであらうか。「いき」が一の意味を構成してゐることは云ふまでもない。また「いき」が言語として成立してゐることも事實である。しからば「いき」といふ語は各國語のうちに見出されるといふ普遍性を備へたものであらうか。我我は先づそれを調べて見なければならない。さうして、もし「いき」といふ語がわが國語にのみ存するものであるとしたならば、「いき」は特殊の民族性を持つた意味であることになる。然らば特殊な民族性をもつた意味、即ち特殊の文化存在は如何なる方法論的態度をもつて取扱はるべきものであらうか。「いき」の構造を明かにする前に我々はこれらの先決問題に答へなければならぬ。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 24 | Author: | Masaoka, Shiki | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Inu | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 長い／＼話をつゞめていふと、昔天竺に閼迦衛奴国といふ国があつて、そこの王を和奴々々王といふた、此王も此国の民も非常に犬を愛する風があつたが、其国に一人の男があつて王の愛犬を殺すといふ騒ぎが起つた。其罪でもつて此者は死刑に処せられたばかりで無く、次の世には粟散辺土の日本といふ嶋の信州といふ寒い国の犬と生れ変つた。ところが信州は山国で肴などいふ者は無いので、此犬は姨捨山へ往て、山に捨てられたのを喰ふて生きて居るといふやうな浅ましい境涯であつた。然るに八十八人目の姨を喰ふてしまふた時、ふと夕方の一番星の光を見て悟る所があつて、犬の分際で人間を喰ふといふのは罪の深い事だと気が付いた。そこで直様善光寺へ駈けつけて、段段今迄の罪を懺悔した上で、どうか人間に生れたいと願ふた。七日七夜、縁の下でお通夜して、今日満願といふ其夜に、小い阿弥陀様が犬の枕上に立たれて、一念発起の功徳に汝が願ひ叶へ得さすべし、信心怠りなく勤めよ、如是畜生発菩提心、善哉善哉と仰せられると見て夢はさめた。犬は此お告に力を得て、さらば諸国の霊場を巡礼して、人間に生れたいといふ未来の大願を成就したい、と思ふて、処々経めぐりながら終に四国へ渡つた。こゝには八十八箇所の霊場のある処で、一箇所参れば一人喰ひ殺した罪が亡びる、二箇所参れば二人喰ひ殺した罪が亡びるやうにと、南無大師遍照金剛と吠えながら駈け廻つた。八十七箇所は落ち無く巡つて今一箇所といふ真際になつて気のゆるんだ者か、其お寺の門前ではたと倒れた。それを如何にも残念と思ふた様子で喘ぎ／＼頭を挙げて見ると、目の前に鼻の欠けた地蔵様が立つてござるので、其地蔵様に向いて、未来は必ず人間界に行かれるやう六道の辻へ目じるしの札を立てゝ下さいませ、此願ひが叶ひましたら、人間になつて後、屹度赤い唐縮緬の涎掛を上げます、といふお願をかけた。すると地蔵様が、汝の願ひ聞き届ける、大願成就、とおつしやつた。大願成就、と聞いて、犬は嬉しくてたまらんので、三度うなつてくる／＼とまはつて死んでしまふた。やがて何処よりともなく八十八羽の鴉が集まつて来て犬の腹ともいはず顔ともいはず喰ひに喰ふ事は実にすさまじい有様であつたので、通りかゝりの旅僧がそれを気の毒に思ふて犬の屍を埋めてやつた。それを見て地蔵様がいはれるには、八十八羽の鴉は八十八人の姨の怨霊である、それが復讐に来たのであるから勝手に喰はせて置けば過去の罪が消えて未来の障りが無くなるのであつた、それを埋めてやつたのは慈悲なやうであつて却て慈悲で無いのであるけれども、これも定業の尽きぬ故なら仕方が無い、これぢや次の世に人間に生れても、病気と貧乏とで一生困められるばかりで、到底ろくたまな人間になる事は出来まい、とおつしやつた……。といふやうな、こんな犬があつて、それが生れ変つて僕になつたのではあるまいか、其証拠には、足が全く立たんので、僅に犬のやうに這ひ廻つて居るのである。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 34 | Author: | Miyamoto, Yuriko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Iwao no hana: Miyamoto Kenji no bungei hyoron ni tsuite | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 宮本顕治には、これまで四冊の文芸評論集がある。『レーニン主義文学闘争への道』（一九三三年）『文芸評論』（一九三七年）『敗北の文学』（一九四六年）『人民の文学』（一九四七年）。治安維持法と戦争との長い年月の間はじめの二冊の文芸評論集は発禁になっていた。著者が十二年間の獄中生活から解放されてから、『敗北の文学』『人民の文学』が出版された。著者が序文でいっているように「敗北の文学」は一九二九年に二十三歳でかかれたものであり、『レーニン主義文学闘争への道』に収められていた。『人民の文学』はそのころから一九三三年著者が検挙されるまでのわずか五年間ほどの間に書いた評論と、十二年とんで、一九四六年以降に書いた三編が入っている。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 38 | Author: | Yosano, Akiko | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Isho | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | Japanese Text Initiative | | | | Description: | 私にあなたがしてお置きになる遺言と云ふものも、私のします
其
(
そ
)
れも、権威のあるものでないことは一緒だらうと思ひます。ですからこれは覚書です。子供の面倒を見て下さる
方
(
かた
)
にと思ふのですが、今の
処
(
ところ
)
私の生きて居る限りではあなたを対象として書くより仕方がありません。私は前にも一度こんなものを書きました。もうあれから八年になります。
花樹
(
はなき
)
と
瑞樹
(
みづき
)
の二人が一緒に生れて来る前の私が、
身体
(
からだ
)
の苦しさ、心細さの
日々
(
にち／＼
)
に募るばかりの時で、あれを書かなければならなくなつたのだと覚えて居ます。十二月の二十五日の午後から書き初めたのでした。
今朝
(
けさ
)
は
耶蘇降誕祭
(
クリスマス
)
の
贈物
(
おくりもの
)
で
光
(
ひかる
)
と
茂
(
しげる
)
の二人を喜ばせて、私等二人も楽しい顔をして居たと確か初めには書いたと思つて居ます。その時のも覚書以上の物ではありませんし、
唯
(
たヾ
)
今と同じやうにあなたの見て下さるのに骨の折れないやうにと雑記帳へ書くこともしたのでしたが、今よりは余程瞑想的な頭が土台になつて居ました。あなたの
次
(
つい
)
で結婚をおしになる女性に就いていろ／＼なことを書いてありました。数人の名を
挙
(
あげ
)
て批判を下したり、私の希望を述べたりしたのでした。思へば思ふ程滑稽な瞑想者でした、私は。瞑想は下らないものとして、あなたに
僭上
(
せんじやう
)
を云つたものとして、
併
(
しか
)
しながらあの時にＡ子さんやＨ子さんのことをあなたの相手として考へたやうに、今も四人や五人はそんな人のあつた
方
(
はう
)
が、この覚書を読んで下さる時のあなたを目に
描
(
か
)
いて見る私にも幸福であるやうに思はれます。あの
方
(
かた
)
よりさう云ふ人を今のあなたは持つておいでにならない、あの
方
(
かた
)
は私が見たこともなし、
委細
(
くは
)
しい御様子も聞いたことはありませんけれど、近年になりまして私が死んだ
跡
(
あと
)
のあなたはどうしてもあの
方
(
かた
)
の物にならなければならない、私の子を世話して下さる人はあの
方
(
かた
)
よりないと云ふことがはつきりと、余りにはつきりと私に思はれて来ました。自分の死後の日を見廻す中にも、私は
傷
(
いた
)
ましくてその絵の掛つた
方
(
はう
)
は凝視することが出来ません。私は冷く静かな心になつて居ると思つて居ながら、あなたの苦痛のためにはこれ程の悲しみを感じるのかと
自
(
みづか
)
ら呆れます。あの
方
(
かた
)
はあなたの初恋の
方
(
かた
)
で、
然
(
しか
)
も何年か御一緒にお暮しになつた
方
(
かた
)
で、あなたのためにその
後
(
のち
)
の十七八年を
今日
(
けふ
)
まで独居しておいでになる
方
(
かた
)
であつても、悲しいことにはあなたよりもつとお年上なのでせう。去年あの
方
(
かた
)
のお国から出ておいでになつた
岩城
(
いはき
)
さんが、私等夫婦をもすこし
開
(
あ
)
け広げな間柄であらうとお思ひになつて、あの
方
(
かた
)
のことをいろ／＼とお話しになつた時に、年は自分よりも確か二つ三つ上だと云つておいでになりました。
岩城
(
いはき
)
さんはあなたよりまた二つ三つ上なのでせう、であつて見ればあの
方
(
かた
)
の髪にはもう白い毛が出来て居るでせう、お目の下の皮膚から紫色になつた血が
透
(
す
)
いて見えるでせう。
真実
(
ほんたう
)
にあなたはお
可哀相
(
かあいさう
)
です。お
可哀相
(
かあいさう
)
です。あの
方
(
かた
)
のことをあなたが私へお話しになつたことは
唯
(
たヾ
)
一度しかありません。結婚して
一月
(
ひとつき
)
も経たない時分でした。つまりお
互
(
たがひ
)
に自己の利益などは考へ合はなかつた時だつたのです。ですからあなたは虚心平気でいらつしつた。昔の恋人のためにしみじみとお話しなさいました。けれどその晩を私は一睡もようしないで
明
(
あか
)
したことを覚えて居ます。 | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 183 | Author: | Freeman
Ralph
Sir
fl. 1610-1655 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Imperiale, a tragedie | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | Chadwyck-Healey, English Verse Drama | CH-EnglVerseDrama | | | | Description: | Ηνθησε δε η Τραγωδια και διεβοηθη, θαυμαστον ακροαμα και θεαμα τ τοτ' ανθρωπων γενομενη, &c.
Λικουργος εισην/εγκε ως χαλνας εικονας αναθειναι τ Ποιητων Αιχυλου, Σοφοκλεους, Ε'υριπιδου' και τας τραγωδιας αυτων εν[illeg.]νω, γραψμενους φυλαττειν, και τον τε πολεωσ γραμματεα παραναγιγνωσκειν' τοις γαρ υποκπινομενοις ουκ εξειναι αυτας υποκρινεθαι.
Non Marcum Varronem, non duos Iulios Cæsares, non Augustum Octavium, non Scaurum, non Thrascam, quibus nihil gravius vidit orbis Romanus, huic Scriptioni subsecivas horas impendere puduit. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 235 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "Ida M. Tarbell" | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Without expressing any opinion critically, it is quite safe to
say that there are few, if any, living American writers on
historical subjects in whom the general reading public has more
real interest than Miss Ida M. Tarbell, the author of the lives
of
Madame Roland, Napoleon and of Lincoln, and The History of the
Standard Oil, which is now running serially in McClure's
Magazine. Miss Tarbell was interviewed a short time ago for
THE BOOKMAN by Mr. Charles Hall Garrett, and out of that
interview
grew these paragraphs. Beginning biographically, it is enough to
say that Miss Tarbell attended school in Titusville,
Pennsylvania,
and later Alleghany College, Meadville, Pennsylvania, where she
was
an editor of the college publication. Being graduated with
honours, she became preceptress of the Seminary at Poland, Ohio.
Two years later she assumed the associate editorship of the
Chautauquan, published at Meadville in the interests of
its
Chautauqua work; and eventually became managing editor of that
publication. It was during this period that she awakened to a
realisation of her interest in historical and biographical
work. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 241 | Author: | Glaspell, Susan, 1882-1948 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In the Face of His Constituents. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SENATOR HARRISON concluded his argument and sat down. There was no
applause, but he had expected none. Senator Dorman was already
saying “Mr. President?” and there was a stir in the crowded
galleries, and an anticipatory moving of chairs among the Senators.
In the press gallery the reporters bunched together their scattered
papers and inspected their pencil-points with earnestness. Dorman
was the last speaker of the Senate, and he was on the popular side
of it. It would be the great speech of the session, and the
prospect was cheering after a deluge of railroad and insurance
bills. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 243 | Author: | James, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In the Cage | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It had occurred to her early that in her position--that of a young person
spending, in framed and wired confinement, the life of a guinea-pig or a
magpie--she should know a great many persons without their recognising
the acquaintance. That made it an emotion the more lively--though
singularly rare and always, even then, with opportunity still very much
smothered--to see any one come in whom she knew outside, as she called
it, any one who could add anything to the meanness of her function. Her
function was to sit there with two young men--the other telegraphist and
the counter-clerk;
to mind the "sounder," which was always going, to dole
out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions,
give difficult change and, more than anything else, count words as
numberless as the sands of the sea, the words of the telegrams thrust,
from morning to night, through the gap left in the high lattice, across
the encumbered shelf that her forearm ached with rubbing. This
transparent screen fenced out or fenced in, according to the side of the
narrow counter on which the human lot was cast, the duskiest corner of a
shop pervaded not a little, in winter, by the poison of perpetual gas,
and at all times by the presence of hams, cheese, dried fish, soap,
varnish, paraffin and other solids and fluids that she came to know
perfectly by their smells without consenting to know them by their names. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 244 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In Dark New England Days | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE last of the neighbors was going home; officious Mrs. Peter
Downs had lingered late and sought for additional housework with
which to prolong her stay. She had talked incessantly, and
buzzed like a busy bee as she helped to put away the best
crockery after the funeral supper, while the sisters Betsey and
Hannah Knowles grew every moment more forbidding and unwilling to
speak. They lighted a solitary small oil lamp at last as if for
Sunday evening idleness, and put it on the side table in the
kitchen. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 253 | Author: | Michelson, Miriam | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In The Bishop's Carriage. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted. Tom,
like the darling he is — (Yes, you are, old fellow,
you're as precious to me as — as you are to the police —
if they could only get their hands on you) —
well, Tom drew off the crowd, having passed the
old gentleman's watch to me, and I made for the
women's rooms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 259 | Author: | Southall, James P. C. (James Powell Cocke), b. 1871. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In the days of my youth when I was a student in the University
of Virginia, 1888-1893. | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ALMOST MY EARLIEST RECOLLECTION OF RICHMOND, WHERE I grew up, is the scene of a vast concourse of people assembled
in Capitol Square between the Washington Monument and the
Governor's Mansion, to witness the unveiling of the statue of
Stonewall Jackson, and to listen to Dr. Hoge's eloquent oration
which was a chief part of the ceremony on that impressive
occasion. That was in 1875 when I was four years old; yet
somehow I was certainly there that day in the midst of the
throng, and while I remember the spectacle almost as vividly as
if I had seen it yesterday, I cannot recall whether I was with my
mother and father or simply with my dear old mammy, Malvina.
In those days of my early boyhood, Richmond on the James,
outwardly, not yet inwardly recovered from the ugly scars of the
Civil War, was an historic and picturesque old residential town
that stretched or sprawled several miles from Church Hill — the
site of St. John's Church where Patrick Henry a century ago had
shouted "Give me liberty, or give me death! "— westward as far as
Hollywood Cemetery, where
... sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest.
The port of Rocketts at the foot of Church Hill and just below the Falls of
James River was the head of
tidewater, as far up the big river as a steamer could come; so if you had a mind
to go to Norfolk by the sea
about a hundred miles away, you might get on board a side-wheeler, somewhat
ironically called the Ariel,
which used to leave the wharf at Rocketts early in the morning and was lucky if
it got to Norfolk by bedtime
that evening. How ever, if you were in a hurry, you had another alternative and
could go by train, changing
cars in Petersburg; although, even then it was doubtful whether you would reach
Norfolk ahead of the Ariel,
for in the days of my youth trains in Virginia were almost invariably long
behind time. Time was not so
precious then as it is now, and the truth is it usually did not matter much when
you reached your destination. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 260 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Is Shakespeare Dead? | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SCATTERED here and there through the stacks of unpublished
manuscript which constitute this formidable Autobiography
and Diary of mine, certain chapters will in some distant future be
found which deal with "Claimants"—claimants historically
notorious: Satan, Claimant; the Golden Calf, Claimant; the Veiled
Prophet of Khorassan, Claimant; Louis XVII., Claimant; William
Shakespeare, Claimant; Arthur Orton, Claimant; Mary Baker G.
Eddy, Claimant
—and the rest of them. Eminent Claimants,
successful Claimants, defeated Claimants, royal Claimants, pleb
Claimants, showy Claimants, shabby Claimants, revered Claimants,
despised Claimants, twinkle starlike here and there and yonder
through the mists of history and legend and tradition—and oh, all
the darling tribe are clothed in mystery and romance, and we read
about them with deep interest and discuss them with loving
sympathy or with rancorous resentment, according to which side
we hitch ourselves to. It has always been so with the human race.
There was never a Claimant that couldn't get a hearing, nor one
that couldn't accumulate a rapturous following, no matter how
flimsy and apparently unauthentic his claim might be. Arthur
Orton's claim that he was the lost Tichborne baronet come to life
again was as flimsy as Mrs.
Eddy's that she wrote Science and
Health from the direct dictation of the Deity; yet in England near
forty years ago Orton had a huge army of devotees and incorrigible
adherents, many of whom remained stubbornly unconvinced after
their fat god had been proven an impostor and jailed as a perjurer,
and to-day Mrs. Eddy's following is not only immense, but is daily
augmenting in numbers and enthusiasm. Orton had many fine and
educated minds among his adherents, Mrs. Eddy has had the like
among hers from the beginning. Her church is as well equipped in
those particulars as is any other church. Claimants can always
count upon a following, it doesn't matter who they are, nor what
they claim, nor whether they come with documents or without. It
was always so. Down out of the long-vanished past, across the
abyss of the ages, if you listen
you can still hear the believing
multitudes shouting for Perkin Warbeck and Lambert Simnel. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 261 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Innocents Abroad | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR months the great pleasure excursion
to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newspapers everywhere
in America and discussed at countless firesides. It was a novelty in the
way of excursions — its like had not been thought of before, and it
compelled that interest which attractive novelties always command. It was
to be a picnic on a gigantic scale. The participants in it, instead of
freighting an ungainly steam ferry-boat with youth and beauty and pies and
doughnuts, and paddling up some obscure creek to disembark upon a grassy
lawn and wear themselves out with a long summer day's laborious frolicking
under the impression that it was fun, were to sail away in a great
steamship with flags flying and cannon pealing, and take a royal holiday
beyond the broad ocean in many a strange clime and in many a land renowned
in history! They were to sail for months over the breezy Atlantic and the
sunny Mediterranean; they were to scamper about the decks by day, filling
the ship with shouts and laughter — or read novels and poetry in the shade
of the smokestacks, or watch for the jelly-fish and the nautilus over the
side, and the shark, the whale, and other strange monsters of the deep;
and at night they were to dance in the open air, on the upper deck, in the
midst of a ballroom that stretched from horizon to horizon, and was domed
by the bending heavens and lighted by no meaner lamps than the stars and
the magnificent moon-dance, and promenade, and smoke, and sing, and make
love, and search the skies for constellations that never associate with
the "Big Dipper" they
were so tired of; and they were to see the ships of twenty
navies — the customs and costumes of twenty curious
peoples — the great cities of half a world — they were to
hob-nob with nobility and hold friendly converse with kings and
princes, grand moguls, and the anointed lords of mighty empires! It
was a brave conception; it was the offspring of a most ingenious
brain. It was well advertised, but it hardly needed it: the bold
originality, the extraordinary character, the seductive nature, and
the vastness of the enterprise provoked comment everywhere and
advertised it in every household in the land. Who could read the
program of the excursion without longing to make one of the party? I
will insert it here. It is almost as good as a map. As a text for
this book, nothing could be better: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 265 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In a Fog | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A FEW minutes before one o'clock on the morning of Sunday, the
8th of February, 1857, Policeman Smithers, of the Third District, was
meditatively pursuing his path of duty through the quietest streets of
Ward Five, beguiling, as usual, the weariness of his watch by
reminiscent Aethiopianisms, mellifluous in design, though not severely
artistic in execution. Passing from the turbulent precincts of Portland
and Causeway Streets, he had entered upon the solitudes of Green Street,
along which he now dragged himself dreamily enough, ever extracting
consolations from lugubrious cadences mournfully intoned. Very silent
was the neighborhood. Very dismal the night. Very dreary and damp
was Mr. Smithers; for a vile fog wrapped itself around him, filling his
body with moist misery, and his mind with anticipated rheumatic
horrors. Still he surged heavily along, tired Nature with tuneful charms
sweetly restoring. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 266 | Author: | Anonymous | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Indian of Commerce | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For purposes of literary classification, all Indians may be divided, quite
regardless of linguistic affinities, into three sole tribes—the human,
the inhuman, and the super-human. There is the actual aborigine, interesting to
competent fiction as to science because he is a man and at the same time a
living archive from the childhood of the race. There is the wooden eikon which
stands for questionable cigars or unquestionable penny-a-lining—in
either case a mere peg upon which to hang commercial profit. And there is also
the Red Man of Rhapsody—a conveniently distant fiction to carry
heroics which would seem rather too absurd if fathered upon poor human nature as
we see it next door. With the last-mentioned tribe deals one of the handsomest
and one of the most preposterous books of the season, 'A Child of the Sun,' by
Charles Eugene Banks (Stone). Brilliant as a parrot in mechanical coloration,
the text also seems to have undergone some mental "three-color process."
Fenimore Cooper was cold ethnography to this, and even Prescott's Empire of
Montezuma quite as true to life. There is nothing Indian in these pages, except
the good intention. A curbstone version of the "legend" of the Piasau serves for
warp; and into it the author has woven a truly curious fabric of girl-graduate
mundiloquence and scope. Nominally in prose, the book is in fact very largely
couched in wilful and poor Hiawathan measure, doubly cheap by being masked in
"long type." Perhaps the most diagrammatic comment on the quality of the volume
is in its own exemplary lines about "Pakoble," belle of the "Arctide" tribe, who
was "so perfect in beauty that the artists of the Arctides often begged the
favor of her time, that they might preserve her loveliness to future
generations." It must be said that the fifteen "color-type" illustrations, by
Louis Betts, are far and away above their company and their sort. Of no value as
racial types, they are very uncommonly attractive and sympathetic, and not
without a touch of real poetry in conception as well as in color-scheme. Its
whole dress would befit a worthier volume. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 270 | Author: | Clinton, William Jefferson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Inaugural Presidential Address | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | My fellow citizens, today we celebrate the mystery of American
renewal. This ceremony is held in the depth of winter, but by the
words we speak and the faces we show the world, we force the
spring. A spring reborn in the world's oldest democracy, that
brings forth the vision and courage to reinvent America. When
our founders boldly declared America's independence to the world,
and our purposes to the Almighty, they knew that America, to
endure, would have to change. Not change for change sake, but
change to preserve America's ideals: life, liberty, the pursuit
of happiness. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 272 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Ignoble Martyr | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OLD Aaron Pettit, who had tried to live for ten years with half of
his body dead from paralysis, had given up at last. He was
altogether dead now, and laid away out of sight in the three-cornered lot where the Pettits had been buried since colonial days.
The graveyard was a triangle cut out of the wheat field by a
certain Osee Pettit in 1695. Many a time had Aaron, while
ploughing, stopped to lean over the fence and calculate how many
bushels of grain the land thus given up to the dead men would have
yielded. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 274 | Author: | Dawes, Henry L. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "The Indian Territory." | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN order to understand the purpose for which the Commission to the
Five Civilized Tribes was created, and the present condition of
their work, it will be necessary to refresh our memories as to the
conditions which caused its appointment. So much of the past of
these tribes as is essential for this purpose is briefly this.
These tribes are the Cherokees, the Choctaws, the Chickasaws, the
Creeks, and the Seminoles, numbering about 64,000 at the last
census. Seventy years ago they were living on their own lands in
Georgia, North Carolina and Mississippi, and to induce them to
surrender these lands to the white men of the States where they
were situated, the United States gave them in exchange the Indian
Territory. In the treaties made with them we conveyed the title to
the lands directly to the tribes for the use of the people of the
tribes to hold as long as they maintained their tribal
organizations and occupied them. This stipulation prevented their
parting with them without the consent of the United States. We
stipulated in these treaties that they should have the right to
establish their own governments without our interference, such
governments as they pleased, not in conflict with the constitution
of the United States. We also covenanted with them that we would
keep all the white people out of their territory. Having thus set
them up for themselves in a territory far west of any of the
States, beyond all further trouble, as it was thought, we left them
to do as they pleased for forty years. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 278 | Author: | Grinnell, George Bird | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Indian on the Reservation | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN an Indian tribe had given up fighting, surrendered to the
whites, and taken up a reservation life, its position was that of a group
of men in the stone age of development, suddenly brought into contact
with modern methods, and required on the instant to renounce all they
had ever been taught and all they had inherited; to alter their practices of
life, their beliefs, and their ways of thought; and to conform to manners
and ways representing the highest point reached by civilization. It is
beyond the power of our imagination to grasp the actual meaning to any
people of such a condition of things. History records no similar case
with which we can compare it. And if it is hard for us to comprehend
such a situation, what must it have been for the savage to understand it,
and, still more, to act it out? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 281 | Author: | Homer | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Iliad of Homer | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles Peleus' son, the ruinous wrath that
brought on the Achaians woes innumerable, and hurled down into Hades
many strong souls of heroes, and gave their bodies to be a prey to dogs
and all winged fowls; and so the counsel of Zeus wrought out its
accomplishment from the day when first strife parted Atreides king of
men and noble Achilles. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 284 | Author: | Young Joseph | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Indian's Views of Indian Affairs | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WISH that I had words at command in which to express
adequately the interest with which I have read the extraordinary
narrative which follows, and which I have the privilege of
introducing to the readers of this "Review." I feel, however, that
this apologia is so boldly marked by the charming
naïveté and tender pathos which characterize
the red-man, that it needs no introduction, much less any
authentication; while in its smothered fire, in its deep sense of
eternal righteousness and of present evil, and in its hopeful
longings for the coming of a better time, this Indian chief's appeal
reminds us of one of the old Hebrew prophets of the days of the
captivity. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 286 | Author: | Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Island of the Fay | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | 'La musique,' says Marmontel, in those 'Contes Moraux'
1
which, in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling
'Moral Tales' as if in mockery of their spirit — 'la musique est
le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui-même; tous les autres
veulent des témoins.' He here confounds the pleasure derivable
from sweet sounds with the capacity for creating them. No more
than any other talent, is that for music susceptible of complete
enjoyment, where there is no second party to appreciate its
exercise. And it is only in common
with other talents that it produces effects which may be fully
enjoyed in solitude. The idea which the raconteur has either
failed to entertain clearly, or has sacrificed in its expression
to his national love of point, is, doubtless, the very tenable
one that the higher order of music is the most thoroughly
estimated when we are exclusively alone. The proposition, in
this form, will be admitted at once
by those who love the lyre
for its sake, and for its spiritual uses. But there is one
pleasure still within the reach of fallen mortality — and perhaps
only one — which owes even more than does music to the accessory
sentiment of seclusion. I mean the happiness experienced in the
contemplation of natural scenery. In truth, the man who would
behold aright the glory of God upon earth must in solitude behold
that glory. To me, at least, the presence — not of human life
only, but of life in any other form than that of the green things
which grow upon the soil and are voiceless — is a stain upon the
landscape — is at war with the genius of the scene. I love,
indeed, to regard the dark valleys, and the grey rocks, and the
waters that silently smile, and the forests that sigh in uneasy
slumbers, and the proud watchful mountains that look down upon
all — I love to regard these as themselves but the colossal
members of one vast animate and sentient whole — a whole whose
form (that of the sphere) is the most perfect and most inclusive
of all; whose path is among associate planets; whose meek
handmaiden is the moon; whose mediate sovereign is the sun; whose
life is eternity; whose thought is that of a God; whose enjoyment
is knowledge; whose destinies are lost in immensity; whose
cognizance of ourselves is akin with our own cognizance of the
animalculae which infest the brain — a being which we, in
consequence, regard as purely inanimate and material, much in the
same manner as these animalculae must thus regard us. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 287 | Author: | Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Imp of the Perverse | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In the consideration of the faculties and impulses — of the
prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to
make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a
radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally
overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them. In the
pure arrogance of the reason, we have all overlooked it. We have
suffered its existence to escape our senses solely through want of
belief — of faith; — whether it be faith in Revelation, or faith in
the Kabbala. The idea of it has never occurred to us, simply
because of its supererogation. We saw no need of impulse — for
the propensity. We could not perceive its necessity. We could not
understand, that is to say, we could not have understood, had the
notion of this primum mobile ever obtruded itself; — we could
not have understood in what manner it might be made to further the
objects of humanity, either temporal or eternal. It cannot be
denied that phrenology and, in great measure, all metaphysicianism
have been concocted a priori. The intellectual or logical man,
rather than the understanding or observant man, set himself to
imagine designs — to dictate purposes to God. Having thus fathomed,
to his satisfaction, the intentions of Jehovah, out of these
intentions he built his innumerable systems of mind. In the matter
of phrenology, for example, we first determined, naturally enough,
that it was
the design of the Deity that man should eat. We then
assigned to man an organ of alimentiveness, and this organ is the
scourge with which the Deity compels man, will-I nill-I, into
eating. Secondly, having settled it to be God's will that man
should continue his species, we discovered an organ of amativeness,
forthwith. And so with combativeness, with ideality, with
causality, with constructiveness, — so, in short, with every organ,
whether representing a propensity, a moral sentiment, or a faculty
of the pure intellect. And in these arrangements of the
principia of human action, the Spurzheimites, whether right or
wrong, in part, or upon the whole, have but followed, in principle,
the footsteps of their predecessors; deducing and establishing
everything from the preconceived destiny of man, and upon the
ground of the objects of this Creator. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 289 | Author: | Prescott, Harriet E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In a Cellar | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was the day of Madame de St. Cyr's dinner, an event I never
missed; for, the mistress of a mansion in the Faubourg St. Germain,
there still lingered about her the exquisite grace and good-breeding peculiar to the old regime, that insensibly
communicates itself to the guests till they move in an atmosphere
of ease that constitutes the charm of home. One was always sure of
meeting desirable and well-assorted people here, and a contre-temps was impossible. Moreover, the house was not at the command
of all; and Madame de St. Cyr, with the daring strength which, when
found in a woman at all, should, to be endurable, be combined with
a sweet but firm restraint, rode rough-shod over the parvenus
of the Empire, and was resolute enough to insulate herself even
among the old noblesse, who, as all the world knows, insulate
themselves from the rest of France. There were rare qualities in
this woman, and were I to have selected one who with an even hand
should carry a snuffy candle through a magazine of powder, my
choice would have devolved upon her; and she would have done it. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 291 | Author: | Veblen, Thorstein, 1857-1929 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Instinct of Workmanship and the Irksomeness of Labor | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | It is one of the commonplaces of the received economic theory
that work is irksome. Many a discussion proceeds on this axiom
that, so far as regards economic matters, men desire above all
things to get the goods produced by labor and to avoid the labor
by which the goods are produced. In a general way the
common-sense opinion is well in accord with current theory on
this head. According to the common-sense-ideal, the economic
beatitude lies in an unrestrained consumption of goods, without
work; whereas the perfect economic affliction is unremunerated
labor. Man instinctively revolts at effort that goes to supply
the means of life. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 293 | Author: | Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 1866-1946 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Invisible Man | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a
biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over
the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station,
and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand.
He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt
hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow
had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white
crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and
Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau
down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and
a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar,
and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain.
And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence
to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took
up his quarters in the inn. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 298 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Indian Teacher Among Indians | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THOUGH an illness left me unable to continue my college
course, my pride kept me from returning to my mother. Had she
known of my worn condition, she would have said the white man's
papers were not worth the freedom and health I had lost by them.
Such a rebuke from my mother would have been unbearable, and as I
felt then it would be far too true to be comfortable. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 303 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ivanhoe and the German Measles | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HIS name was Reginald Gerald Whitefield, and he was the sort of little boy who
surprised observers by not having freckles. He had the honest look that goes
with freckles and a turned-up nose, although his complexion was irreproachable
and his nose neither turned up or down but was quite uninterestingly straight.
He was the sort of little boy who endures a scientific and expensive bringing up
and is not spoiled by it. He had a French house-governess, he took "talking
walks" with a spectacled and conscientious German, he was sent in a black velvet
suit to dancing-school, he took riding lessons from a severe ex-cavalryman who
contrived in a miraculous way to exclude from the exercise all the fun that
naturally goes with it; he was taken to the concerts of the Boston Symphony, and
bore with fortitude lectures on "What the Nibelungenlied may mean to a child,"
and he became neither priggish nor misanthropic. It must be plain, therefore,
that he was a remarkable little boy. In short he did not deserve his exuberant
name. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 306 | Author: | Jewett, Sarah Orne | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | In Dark New England Days | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE last of the neighbors was going home; officious Mrs. Peter
Downs had lingered late and sought for additional housework with
which to prolong her stay. She had talked incessantly, and
buzzed like a busy bee as she helped to put away the best
crockery after the funeral supper, while the sisters Betsey and
Hannah Knowles grew every moment more forbidding and unwilling to
speak. They lighted a solitary small oil lamp at last as if for
Sunday evening idleness, and put it on the side table in the
kitchen. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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