| | 122 | Author: | Brown, Charles Brockden | Add | | | Title: | Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WAS the second son of a farmer, whose place of residence was a
western
district of
Pennsylvania. My eldest brother seemed fitted by nature for the
employment to which he was
destined. His wishes never led him astray from the hay-stack and
the
furrow. His ideas never
ranged beyond the sphere of his vision, or suggested the
possibility that
to-morrow could differ
from today. He could read and write, because he had no alternative
between learning the lesson
prescribed to him and punishment. He was diligent, as long as fear
urged
him forward, but his
exertions ceased with the cessation of this motive. The limits of
his
acquirements consisted in
signing his name, and spelling out a chapter in the bible. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 126 | Author: | Bronte, Charlotte, 1816-1855. | Add | | | Title: | Jane Eyre: an autobiography, Vol. II. | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PRESENTIMENTS are strange things! and so are sympathies; and so are
signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not
yet found the key. I never laughed at presentiments in my life, because
I have had strange ones of my own. Sympathies, I believe, exist (for
instance, between far-distant, long-absent, wholly estranged relatives
asserting, notwithstanding their alienation, the unity of the source to
which each traces his origin) whose workings baffle mortal
comprehension. And signs, for aught we know, may be but the sympathies
of Nature with man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 127 | Author: | Bronte, Charlotte, 1816-1855. | Add | | | Title: | Jane Eyre: an autobiography, Vol. I. | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been
wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but
since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the
cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so
penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 130 | Author: | Brooks, Elbridge Streeter, 1846-1902. | Add | | | Title: | The True Story of Christopher Columbus, Called the Great Admiral | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Ornamental cap of the letter M with a sailboat in the background.
MEN who do great things are men we all like to read about. This is the
story of Christopher Columbus, the man who discovered America. He lived
four hundred years ago. When he was a little boy he lived in Genoa. It
was a beautiful city in the northwestern part of the country called
Italy. The mountains were behind it; the sea was in front of it, and it
was so beautiful a place that the people who lived there called it
"Genoa the Superb." Christopher Columbus was born in this beautiful
city of Genoa in the year 1446, at number 27 Ponticello Street. He was a
bright little fellow with a fresh-looking face, a clear eye and golden
hair. His father's name was Domenico Columbus; his mother's name was
Susanna. His father was a wool-comber. He cleaned and straightened out
the
snarled-up wool that was cut from the sheep so as to make it
ready to be woven into cloth. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 135 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | The Dawn of A To-morrow | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are always two ways of
looking at a thing, frequently
there are six or seven; but two ways
of looking at a London fog are quite
enough. When it is thick and yellow
in the streets and stings a man's
throat and lungs as he breathes it, an
awakening in the early morning is
either an unearthly and grewsome,
or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding,
and comfortable thing. If one
awakens in a healthy body, and with
a clear brain rested by normal sleep
and retaining memories of a normally
agreeable yesterday, one may lie watching
the housemaid building the fire;
and after she has swept the hearth
and put things in order, lie watching
the flames of the blazing and crackling
wood catch the coals and set them
blazing also, and dancing merrily and
filling corners with a glow; and in so
lying and realizing that leaping light
and warmth and a soft bed are good
things, one may turn over on one's
back, stretching arms and legs
luxuriously, drawing deep breaths and
smiling at a knowledge of the fog
outside which makes half-past eight
o'clock on a December morning as
dark as twelve o'clock on a December
night. Under such conditions
the soft, thick, yellow gloom has its
picturesque and even humorous aspect.
One feels enclosed by it at once
fantastically and cosily, and is inclined
to revel in imaginings of the picture
outside, its Rembrandt lights and
orange yellows, the halos about the
street-lamps, the illumination of shop-windows, the flare of torches stuck
up over coster barrows and coffee-stands, the shadows on the faces of
the men and women selling and buying
beside them. Refreshed by sleep
and comfort and surrounded by light,
warmth, and good cheer, it is easy to
face the day, to confront going out
into the fog and feeling a sort of
pleasure in its mysteries. This is one
way of looking at it, but only one. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 136 | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Add | | | Title: | At The Earth`s Core | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN THE FIRST PLACE PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT I
do not expect you to believe this story. Nor could you
wonder had you witnessed a recent experience of mine
when, in the armor of blissful and stupendous
ignorance, I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the
Royal Geological Society on the occasion of my last
trip to London. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 139 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | | Title: | A Lady of Quality | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON a wintry morning at the close of 1685, the sun shining
faint and red through a light fog, there was a great noise of
baying dogs, loud voices, and trampling of horses in the
courtyard at Wildairs Hall. Sir Jeoffry, being about to go forth
a-hunting, and being a man with a choleric temper and big loud
voice, and given to oaths and noise even when in good humor, his
riding forth with his friends at any time was attended with
boisterous commotion. This morning it was more so than usual,
for he had guests with him who had come to his house the day
before and had supped late and drunk deeply, whereby the day
found them, some with headaches, some with a nausea at their
stomachs, and some only in an evil humor which made them curse at
their horses when they were restless, and break into loud surly
laughs when a coarse
joke was made. There were many such
jokes, Sir Jeoffry and his boon companions being renowned
throughout the county for the freedom of their conversation as
well as for the scandal of their pastimes, and this day it was
well indeed, as their loud-voiced, oath-besprinkled jests rang
out on the cold air, that there were no ladies about to ride
forth with them. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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