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1Author:  Allen, RaymundRequires cookie*
 Title:  A Happy Solution  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: The portmanteau, which to Kenneth Dale's strong arm had been little more than a feather-weight on leaving the station, seemed to have grown heavier by magic in the course of the half-mile that brought him to Lord Churt's country house. He put the portmanteau down in the porch with a sense of relief to his cramped arm, and rang the bell.
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2Author:  Brooke, Frances, 1724?-1789Requires cookie*
 Title:  The history of Lady Julia Mandeville  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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3Author:  Carroll, LewisRequires cookie*
 Title:  Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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4Author:  Carroll, LewisRequires cookie*
 Title:  The Hunting of the Snark: an Agony in Eight Fits  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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5Author:  Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870Requires cookie*
 Title:  Oliver Twist  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: Greyscale image of several men and women standing on the street outside of a pub. A man is attempting pull something out of a small boys hands.
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6Author:  Longfellow, Henry WadsworthRequires cookie*
 Title:  Evangeline  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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7Author:  Robinson, MaryRequires cookie*
 Title:  Sappho and Phaon  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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8Author:  Scott, WalterRequires cookie*
 Title:  Ivanhoe. A Romance  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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9Author:  Verne, Jules, 1828-1905Requires cookie*
 Title:  Around the World in Eighty Days  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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10Author:  AesopRequires cookie*
 Title:  Fables  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, "Well! I won't remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations." The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.
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11Author:  Angelou, MayaRequires cookie*
 Title:  Maya Angelou's On the Pulse of Morning  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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12Author:  Bacon, FrancisRequires cookie*
 Title:  New Atlantis  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: WE sailed from Peru, where we had continued by the space of one whole year, for China and Japan, by the South Sea, taking with us victuals for twelve months; and had good winds from the east, though soft and weak, for five months' space and more. But then the wind came about, and settled in the west for many days, so as we could make little or no way, and were sometimes in purpose to turn back. But then again there arose strong and great winds from the south, with a point east; which carried us up, for all that we could do, toward the north: by which time our victuals failed us, though we had made good spare of them. So that finding ourselves, in the midst of the greatest wilderness of waters in the world, without victual, we gave ourselves for lost men, and prepared for death. Yet we did lift up our hearts and voices to God above, who showeth His wonders in the deep; beseeching Him of His mercy that as in the beginning He discovered the face of the deep, and brought forth dry land, so He would now discover land to us, that we might not perish.
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13Author:  Bierce, AmbroseRequires cookie*
 Title:  My Favorite Murder  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: HAVING murdered my mother under circumstances of singular atrocity, I was arrested and put upon my trial, which lasted seven years. In charging the jury, the judge of the Court of Acquittal remarked that it was one of the most ghastly crimes that he had ever been called upon to explain away.
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14Author:  Bronte, EmilyRequires cookie*
 Title:  Wuthering Heights  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
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15Author:  Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950Requires cookie*
 Title:  A Princess of Mars  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood. So far as I can recollect I have always been a man, a man of about thirty. I appear today as I did forty years and more ago, and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever; that some day I shall die the real death from which there is no resurrection. I do not know why I should fear death, I who have died twice and am still alive; but yet I have the same horror of it as you who have never died, and it is because of this terror of death, I believe, that I am so convinced of my mortality.
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16Author:  Chesterton, G. K.Requires cookie*
 Title:  The Oracle of the Dog  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: "YES," said Father Brown, "I always like a dog, so long as he isn't spelt backwards."
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17Author:  Clinton, William JeffersonRequires 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.
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18Author:  Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924Requires cookie*
 Title:  Heart of Darkness  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: The NELLIE, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.
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19Author:  Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924Requires cookie*
 Title:  The Secret Sharer  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned for ever by some nomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was no sign of human habitation as far as the eye could reach. To the left a group of barren islets, suggesting ruins of stone walls, towers, and blockhouses, had its foundations set in a blue sea that itself looked solid, so still and stable did it lie below my feet; even the track of light from the westering, sun shone smoothly, without that animated glitter which tells of an imperceptible ripple. And when I turned my head to take a parting glance at the tug which had just left us anchored outside the bar, I saw the straight line of the flat shore joined to the stable sea, edge to edge, with a perfect and unmarked closeness, in one leveled floor half brown, half blue under the enormous dome of the sky. Corresponding in their insignificance to the islets of the sea, two small clumps of trees, one on each side of the only fault in the impeccable joint, marked the mouth of the river Meinam we had just left on the first preparatory stage of our homeward journey; and, far back on the inland level, a larger and loftier mass, the grove surrounding the great Paknam pagoda, was the only thing on which the eye could rest from the vain task of exploring the monotonous sweep of the horizon. Here and there gleams as of a few scattered pieces of silver marked the windings of the great river; and on the nearest of them, just within the bar, the tug steaming right into the land became lost to my sight, hull and funnel and masts, as though the impassive earth had swallowed her up without an effort, without a tremor. My eye followed the light cloud of her smoke, now here, now there, above the plain, according to the devious curves of the stream, but always fainter and farther away, till I lost it at last behind the miter-shaped hill of the great pagodas. And then I was left alone. with my ship, anchored at the head of the Gulf of Siam.
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20Author:  Douglass, Frederick, 1817?-1895Requires cookie*
 Title:  My Escape from Slavery  
 Published:  1993 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text 
 Description: IN the first narrative of my experience in slavery, written nearly forty years ago, and in various writings since, I have given the public what I considered very good reasons for withholding the manner of my escape. In substance these reasons were, first, that such publication at any time during the existence of slavery might be used by the master against the slave, and prevent the future escape of any who might adopt the same means that I did. The second reason was, if possible, still more binding to silence: the publication of details would certainly have put in peril the persons and property of those who assisted. Murder itself was not more sternly and certainly punished in the State of Maryland than that of aiding and abetting the escape of a slave. Many colored men, for no other crime than that of giving aid to a fugitive slave, have, like Charles T. Torrey, perished in prison. The abolition of slavery in my native State and throughout the country, and the lapse of time, render the caution hitherto observed no longer necessary. But even since the abolition of slavery, I have sometimes thought it well enough to baffle curiosity by saying that while slavery existed there were good reasons for not telling the manner of my escape, and since slavery had ceased to exist, there was no reason for telling it. I shall now, however, cease to avail myself of this formula, and, as far as I can, endeavor to satisfy this very natural curiosity. I should, perhaps, have yielded to that feeling sooner, had there been anything very heroic or thrilling in the incidents connected with my escape, for I am sorry to say I have nothing of that sort to tell; and yet the courage that could risk betrayal and the bravery which was ready to encounter death, if need be, in pursuit of freedom, were essential features in the undertaking. My success was due to address rather than courage, to good luck rather than bravery. My means of escape were provided for me by the very men who were making laws to hold and bind me more securely in slavery.
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