| | 201 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Scotch Express  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE entrance to Euston Station is of itself sufficiently imposing.
It is a high portico of brown stone, old and grim, in form a casual
imitation, no doubt, of the front of the temple of Nike Apteros, with a
recollection of the Egyptians proclaimed at the flanks. The frieze,
where of old would prance an exuberant processional of gods, is, in
this case, bare of decoration, but upon the epistyle is written in
simple, stern letters the word, "EUSTON." The legend reared high by
the gloomy Pelagic columns stares down a wide
avenue. In short, this entrance to a railway station does not in any
resemble the entrance to a railway station. It is more the front of
some venerable bank. But it has another dignity, which is not born of
form. To a great degree, it is to the English and to those who are in
England the gate to Scotland. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 204 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Sergeant's Private Madhouse | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE moonlight was almost steady blue flame, and all this radiance
was lavished out upon a still, lifeless wilderness of stunted trees
and cactus plants. The shadows lay upon the ground, pools of black
and sharply outlined, resembling substances, fabrics, and not
shadows at all. From afar came the sound of the sea coughing among
the hollows in the coral rocks. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 205 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Shrapnel of their Friends | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FROM far over the knolls came the tiny sound of a cavalry bugle
singing out the recall, and later, detached parties of His Majesty's
Second Hussars came trotting back to where the Spitzenbergen
infantry sat complacently on the captured Rostina position. The
horsemen were well pleased, and they told how they had ridden
thrice through the helter-skelter of the fleeing enemy. They had
ultimately been checked by the great truth that when an enemy runs
away in daylight he sooner or later finds a place where he fetches up
with a jolt and turns to face the pursuit—notably if it is a cavalry
pursuit. The Hussars had discreetly withdrawn, displaying no
foolish pride of corps. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 206 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Men in the Storm | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AT about three o'clock of the February afternoon, the blizzard
began to swirl great clouds of snow along the streets, sweeping it
down from the roofs and up from the pavements until the faces of
pedestrians tingled and burned as from a thousand needle-prickings.
Those on the walks huddled their necks closely in the collars of
their coats and went along stooping like a race of aged people.
The drivers of vehicles hurried their horses furiously on their
way. They were made more cruel by the exposure of their positions,
aloft on high seats. The street cars, bound up-town, went slowly,
the horses slipping and straining in the spongy brown mass that lay
between the rails. The drivers, muffled to the eyes, stood erect
and facing the wind, models of grim philosophy. Overhead the
trains rumbled and roared, and the dark structure of the elevated
railroad, stretching over the avenue, dripped little streams and
drops of water upon the mud and snow beneath it. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 209 | Author: | Crane, Stephen, 1871-1900 | Add | | | Title: | The Veteran | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OUT of the low window could be seen three hickory trees placed
irregularly in a meadow that was resplendent in spring-time green.
Farther away, the old dismal belfry of the village church loomed
over the pines. A horse meditating in the shade of one of the
hickories lazily swished his tail. The warm sunshine made an
oblong of vivid yellow on the floor of the grocery. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 213 | Author: | Dargan, E. Preston | Add | | | Title: | The Voyages of Conrad | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN 1873, A POLISH LAD of fifteen, walking in the Alps with his tutor, dismayed that gentleman
by a declaration of independence. He proposed to give up his country and career, in order to take
his chances on the sea. A few years later he was sailing on the Mediterranean, that "nursery of
the craft." Then he realized his dream by becoming associated with the English flag —
incidentally learning the English language. He went on far voyages, seeing little of Europe for a
quarter of a century. Finally, he accomplished his second transformation: the Polish lad became
a great writer of English. The boy was named Jozef Korzeniowski the writer is known to fame
as Joseph Conrad. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 214 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | The Middle-Aged Woman | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | CHOOSE any artist that you know — the one with the kindliest
nature and the finest perceptions — and ask him to give you his idea
of the genius of the commonplace, and any word for it, he paints
you a middle-aged woman. The thing, he will say, proves itself.
Here is a creature jogging on leisurely at midday in the sight of all
men along a well-tramped road. The mists of dawn are far behind
her; she has not yet reached the shadows of evening. The softness
and blushes, and shy, sparkling glances of the girl she was, have
long been absorbed into muddy thick skin, sodden outlines, rational
eyes. There are crows' feet at either temple, and yellowish blotches
on the flesh below the soggy under-jaw. Her chestnut-brown hair
used to warm and glitter in the sun, and after a few years it will
make a white crown upon her head, a sacred halo to her children;
but just now it is stiff with a greasy hair dye, and is of an unclean
and indescribable hue. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 215 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Anne | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was a strange thing, the like of which had never before happened
to Anne. In her matter-of-fact, orderly life mysterious
impressions were rare. She tried to account for it afterward by
remembering that she had fallen asleep out-of-doors. And out-of-doors, where there is the hot sun and the sea and the teeming earth
and tireless winds, there are perhaps great forces at work, both
good and evil, mighty creatures of God going to and fro, who do not
enter into the strong little boxes in which we cage ourselves. One
of these, it may be, had made her its sport for the time. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 216 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Blind Tom | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SOMETIME in the year 1850, a tobacco-planter in Southern
Georgia (Perry H. Oliver by name) bought a likely negro woman
with some other field-hands. She was stout, tough-muscled,
willing, promised to be a remunerative servant; her baby, however,
a boy a few months old, was only thrown in as a makeweight to the
bargain, or rather because Mr. Oliver would not consent to separate
mother and child. Charity only could have induced him to take the
picaninny, in fact, for he was but a lump of black flesh, born blind,
and with the vacant grin of idiocy, they thought, already stamped on
his face. The two slaves were purchased, I believe, from a trader: it
has been impossible, therefore, for me to ascertain where Tom was
born, or when. Georgia field-hands are not accurate as Jews in
preserving their genealogy; they do not anticipate a Messiah.
A white man, you know, has that vague hope unconsciously latent
in him, that he is, or shall give birth to, the great man of his race, a
helper, a provider for the world's hunger: so he grows jealous with
his blood; the dead grandfather may have presaged the possible son;
besides, it is a debt he owes to this coming Saul to tell him whence
he came. There are some classes, free and slave, out of whom
society has crushed this hope: they have no clan, no family-names
among them, therefore. This idiot-boy, chosen by God to be
anointed with the holy chrism, is only "Tom,"—"Blind Tom," they
call him in all the Southern States, with a kind cadence always,
being proud and fond of him; and yet—nothing but Tom? That is
pitiful. Just a mushroom-growth,—unkinned, unexpected, not hoped
for, for generations, owning no name to purify and honor and give
away when he is dead. His mother, at work to-day in the Oliver
plantations, can never comprehend why her boy is famous; this gift
of God to him means nothing to her. Nothing to him, either, which
is saddest of all; he is unconscious, wears his crown as an idiot
might. Whose fault is that? Deeper than slavery the evil lies. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 217 | Author: | Daviess, Maria Thompson | Add | | | Title: | The Elected Mother | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "Yes, and one of the very nicest parts about getting home is to
find the astonishing faithfulness of Pa," said Mrs. Pettibone as her eyes
roamed over the garden, the yard, down the long arbor and across the
meadow bars to return to the wistaria {sic} on the side porch, which was
riotous with the bumble of bees and blooms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 218 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | 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 |
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