| | 362 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | Grizel Cochrane's Ride  | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the midsummer of 1685, the hearts of the people of old Edinburgh
were filled with trouble and excitement. King Charles the Second, of
England, was dead, and his brother, the Duke of York, reigned in his
stead to the dissatisfaction of a great number of the people. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 363 | Author: | Peacock, Thomas Love | Add | | | Title: | Maid Marian | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "THE abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the
abbey-chapel of Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in
goodly lines disposed, to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful
Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of the Baron of Arlingford, with the noble
Robert Fitz-Ooth, Earl of Locksley and Huntingdon. The abbey of Rubygill
stood in a picturesque valley, at a little distance from the western
boundary of Sherwood Forest, in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to
be the retreat of monastic mortification, being on the banks of a fine
trout-stream, and in the midst of woodland coverts, abounding with
excellent game. The bride, with her father and attendant maidens,
entered the chapel;
but the earl had not arrived. The baron was amazed, and the bridemaidens
were disconcerted. Matilda feared that some evil had befallen her lover,
but felt no diminution of her confidence in his honour and love. Through
the open gates of the chapel she looked down the narrow road that wound
along the side of the hill; and her ear was the first that heard the
distant trampling of horses, and her eye was the first that caught the
glitter of snowy plumes, and the light of polished spears. "It is
strange," thought the baron, "that the earl should come in this martial
array to his wedding;" but he had not long to meditate on the
phenomenon, for the foaming steeds swept up to the gate like a
whirlwind, and the earl, breathless with speed, and followed by a few of
his yeomen, advanced to his smiling bride. It was then no time to ask
questions, for the organ was in full peal, and the choristers were in
full voice. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 365 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | Painted Windows | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | YOUNG people believe very little that they hear about the
compensations of growing old, and of living over again in memory the
events of the past. Yet there really are these com-pensations and
pleasures, and although they are not so vivid and breathless as the
pleasures of youth, they have some-thing delicate and fine about them
that must be experienced to be appreciated. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 366 | Author: | Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935 | Add | | | Title: | The Shape of Fear, and other ghostly tales | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TIM O'CONNOR—who was descended from the O'Conors with one N—started
life as a poet and an enthusiast. His mother had designed him for the
priesthood, and at the age of fifteen, most of his verses had an
ecclesiastical tinge, but, somehow or other, he got into the newspaper
business instead, and became a pessimistic gentleman, with a literary
style of great beauty and an income of modest proportions. He fell in
with men who talked of art for art's sake,—though what right they had
to speak of art at all nobody knew,—and little by little his view of
life and love became more or less profane. He met a woman who sucked his
heart's blood, and he knew it and made no
protest; nay, to the great amusement of the fellows who talked of art
for art's sake, he went the length of marrying her. He could not in
decency explain that he had the traditions of fine gentlemen behind him
and so had to do as he did, because his friends might not have
understood. He laughed at the days when he had thought of the
priesthood, blushed when he ran across any of those tender and exquisite
old verses he had written in his youth, and became addicted to absinthe
and other less peculiar drinks, and to gaming a little to escape a
madness of ennui. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 369 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume I | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE child's dead," said Nora, the nurse. It was the
upstairs
sitting-room in one of the pretentious houses of Sutherland,
oldest and most charming of the towns on the Indiana bank of the
Ohio. The two big windows were open; their limp and listless
draperies showed that there was not the least motion in the
stifling humid air of the July afternoon. At the center of the
room stood an oblong table; over it were neatly spread several
thicknesses of white cotton cloth; naked upon them lay the body
of a newborn girl baby. At one side of the table nearer the
window stood Nora. Hers were the hard features and corrugated
skin popularly regarded as the result of a life of toil, but in
fact the result of a life of defiance to the laws of health. As
additional penalties for that same self-indulgence she had an
enormous bust and hips, thin face and arms, hollow,
sinew-striped neck. The young man, blond and smooth faced, at
the other side of the table and facing the light, was Doctor
Stevens, a recently graduated pupil of the famous Schulze of
Saint Christopher who as much as any other one man is
responsible for the rejection of hocus-pocus and the injection
of common sense into American medicine. For upwards of an hour
young Stevens, coat off and shirt sleeves rolled to his
shoulders, had been toiling with the lifeless form on the table.
He had tried everything his training, his reading and his
experience suggested—all the more or less familiar devices
similar to those indicated for cases of drowning. Nora had
watched him, at first with interest and hope, then with interest
alone, finally with swiftly deepening disapproval, as her
compressed lips and angry eyes plainly revealed. It seemed to
her his effort was degenerating into sacrilege, into defiance of
an obvious decree of the Almighty. However, she had not ventured
to speak until the young man, with a muttered ejaculation
suspiciously like an imprecation, straightened his stocky figure
and began to mop the sweat from his face, hands and bared arms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 370 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | The Conflict | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Four years at Wellesley; two years about equally
divided among Paris, Dresden and Florence. And now
Jane Hastings was at home again. At home in the
unchanged house — spacious, old-fashioned — looking down
from its steeply sloping lawns and terraced gardens
upon the sooty, smoky activities of Remsen City,
looking out upon a charming panorama of hills and valleys
in the heart of South Central Indiana. Six years of
striving in the East and abroad to satisfy the restless
energy she inherited from her father; and here she was,
as restless as ever — yet with everything done that a
woman could do in the way of an active career. She
looked back upon her years of elaborate preparation;
she looked forward upon — nothing. That is, nothing
but marriage — dropping her name, dropping her
personality, disappearing in the personality of another.
She had never seen a man for whom she would make
such a sacrifice; she did not believe that such a man
existed. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 371 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | Title: | The Cost | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Pauline Gardiner joined us on the day that we,
the Second Reader class, moved from the basement
to the top story of the old Central Public
School. Her mother brought her and, leaving,
looked round at us, meeting for an instant each
pair of curious eyes with friendly appeal. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 372 | Author: | Leach, Anna | Add | | | Title: | Literary Workers of the South | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | UNTIL a comparatively recent date, there were almost no men and
women in the South who made a profession of literature. Before the
war, there was here and there a man who amused himself by writing a
book. William Gilmore Simms, indeed, was a professed literary man; so
was Poe, but he left the South early in his career. The books of John
Pendleton Kennedy, secretary of the navy under Fillmore,
Eliza J. Nicholson.From a photograph by Simon, New
Orleans.
A portrait of Eliza J. Nicholson, from a photograph by Simon
of New Orleans
are still sold; and few Southern sketches surpass those of Judge
Longstreet. There was no end to the verse makers. Still, as a
generality, it is true to say that literature as a serious business of
life was not known. Every man and woman of education was taught to
express himself or herself on paper with force and elegance; but it
was considered as an accomplishment in the woman, and as a necessary
adjunct to his position in life
in the man. The heavy bundles of old letters which belong to every
old Southern family will show that there was enough talent in those
days to have made an American literature, had it been directed into
the proper channels. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 374 | Author: | Leroux, Gaston | Add | | | Title: | The Phantom of the Opera | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long
believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the
superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and
impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their
mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the
concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he
assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to
say, of a spectral shade. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 379 | Author: | Lewis, Sinclair | Add | | | Title: | Our Mr. Wrenn: The Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE ticket-taker of the Nickelorion Moving-Picture Show is a
public personage, who stands out on Fourteenth Street, New York,
wearing a gorgeous light-blue coat of numerous brass buttons.
He nods to all the patrons, and his nod is the most cordial
in town. Mr. Wrenn used to trot down to Fourteenth Street,
passing ever so many other shows, just to get that cordial nod,
because he had a lonely furnished room for evenings, and for
daytime a tedious job that always made his head stuffy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 380 | Author: | Lincoln, Abraham | Add | | | Title: | First Inaugural Address | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Fellow-citizens of the United States: In compliance with a custom as
old is the Government itself, I appear before you to address you
briefly, and to take in your presence the oath prescribed by the
Constitution of the United States to be taken by the President "before
he enters on the execution of his office." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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