| | 204 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Conflict Ended  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN Acton there were two churches, an Orthodox and a Baptist. They
stood on opposite sides of the road, and the Baptist edifice was a
little farther down than the other. On Sunday morning both bells
were ringing. The Baptist bell was much larger, and followed
quickly on the soft peal of the Orthodox with a heavy brazen clang
which vibrated a good while. The people went flocking through the
street to the irregular jangle of the bells. It was a very hot
day, and the sun beat down heavily; parasols were bobbing over all
the ladies' heads. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 206 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Gatherer of Simples | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A DAMP air was blowing up, and the frogs were beginning to peep.
The sun was setting in a low red sky. On both sides of the road
were rich green meadows intersected by little canal-like brooks.
Beyond the meadows on the west was a distant stretch of pine woods,
that showed dark against the clear sky. Aurelia Flower was going
along the road toward her home, with a great sheaf of leaves and
flowers in her arms. There were the rosy spikes of hardhack; the
great white corymbs of thoroughwort, and the long blue racemes of
lobelia. Then there were great bunches of the odorous tansy and
pennyroyal in with the rest. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 209 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Old Arithmetician | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A STRONG soft south wind had been blowing the day before, and the
trees had dropped nearly all their leaves. There were left only a
few brownish-golden ones dangling on the elms, and hardly any at
all on the maples. There were many trees on the street, and the
fallen leaves were heaped high. Mrs. Wilson Torry's little door
yard was ankle deep with them. The air was full of their odor,
which could affect the spirit like a song, and mingled with it was
the scent of grapes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 210 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "A Poetess" | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE garden-patch at the right of the house was all a gay spangle
with sweet-pease and red-flowering beans, and flanked with feathery
asparagus. A woman in blue was moving about there. Another woman,
in a black bonnet, stood at the front door of the house. She
knocked and waited. She could not see from where she stood the
blue-clad woman in the garden. The house was very close to the
road, from which a tall evergreen hedge separated it, and the view
to the side was in a measure cut off. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 212 | Author: | Wilde, Oscar | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Lord Arthur Savile's Crime | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was Lady Windermere's last reception before Easter,
and Bentinck House was even more crowded than
usual. Six cabinet ministers had come on from the Speaker's
Levee in their stars and ribands, all the pretty
women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the
picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsruhe, a
heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderful
emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her
voice and laughing immoderately at everything that was
said to her. It was certainly a wonderful medley of people.
Gorgeous peeresses chattered affably to violent Radicals,
popular preachers brushed coat-tails with eminent sceptics,
a perfect bevy of bishops kept following a stout prima
donna from room to room, on the staircase stood several
royal academicians, disguised as artists, and it was said
that at one time the supper-room was absolutely crammed
with geniuses. In fact, it was one of Lady Windermere's
best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past
eleven. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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