| | 323 | Author: | Morris, William | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Dream of John Ball and a King's Lesson  | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SOMETIMES I am rewarded for fretting myself so much about
present matters by a quite unasked-for pleasant dream. I mean
when I am asleep. This dream is as it were a present of an
architectural peep-show. I see some beautiful and noble building
new made, as it were for the occasion, as clearly as if I were
awake; not vaguely or absurdly, as often happens in dreams, but
with all the detail clear and reasonable. Some Elizabethan house
with its scrap of earlier fourteenth-century building, and its
later degradations of Queen Anne and Silly Billy{A} and Victoria,
marring but not destroying it, in an old village
once a clearing
amid the sandy woodlands of Sussex. Or an old and unusually
curious church, much churchwardened, and beside it a fragment of
fifteenth-century domestic architecture amongst the not
unpicturesque lath and plaster of an Essex farm, and looking
natural enough among the sleepy elms and the meditative hens
scratching about in the litter of the farmyard, whose trodden
yellow straw comes up to the very jambs of the richly carved
Norman doorway of the church. Or sometimes 'tis a splendid
collegiate church, untouched by restoring parson and architect,
standing amid an island of shapely trees and flower-beset
cottages of thatched grey stone and cob, amidst the narrow
stretch of bright green water-meadows that wind between the
sweeping Wiltshire downs, so well beloved of William Cobbett. Or
some new-seen and yet familiar cluster of houses in a grey
village of the upper Thames over
topped by the delicate tracery of a fourteenth-century church; or
even sometimes the very buildings of the past untouched by the
degradation of the sordid utilitarianism that cares not and knows
not of beauty and history: as once, when I was journeying (in a
dream of the night) down the well-remembered reaches of the
Thames betwixt Streatley and Wallingford, where the foothills of
the White Horse fall back from the broad stream, I came upon a
clear-seen mediæval town standing up with roof and tower and
spire within its walls, grey and ancient, but untouched from the
days of its builders of old. All this I have seen in the dreams
of the night clearer than I can force myself to see them in
dreams of the day. So that it would have been nothing new to me
the other night to fall into an architectural dream if that were
all, and yet I have to tell of things strange and new that befell
me after I had fallen asleep. I had begun my sojourn in the Land
of Nod by a
very confused attempt to conclude that it was all right for me to
have an engagement to lecture at Manchester and Mitcham Fair
Green at half-past eleven at night on one and the same Sunday,
and that I could manage pretty well. And then I had gone on to
try to make the best of addressing a large open-air audience in
the costume I was really then wearing—to wit, my night-shirt,
reinforced for the dream occasion by a pair of braceless
trousers. The consciousness of this fact so bothered me, that
the earnest faces of my audience—who would
not notice it, but were clearly preparing
terrible anti-Socialist posers for me—began to fade away and my
dream grew thin, and I awoke (as I thought) to find myself lying
on a strip of wayside waste by an oak copse just outside a
country village. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 324 | Author: | Morley, Christopher | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Parnassus On Wheels | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WONDER if there isn't a lot of bunkum in higher education?
I never found that people who were learned in logarithms and
other kinds of poetry were any quicker in washing dishes or
darning socks. I've done a good deal of reading when I could,
and I don't want to "admit impediments" to the love of books,
but I've also seen lots of good, practical folk spoiled by too
much fine print. Reading sonnets always gives me hiccups, too. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 325 | Author: | Morrison, Harry Steele | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Adventures of a Boy Reporter | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "YES," said Mrs. Dunn to her neighbour, Mrs. Sullivan, "we are expecting
great things of Archie, and yet we sometimes hardly know what to think of
the boy. He has the most remarkable ideas of things, and there seems to be
absolutely no limit to his ambition. He has long since determined that he
will some day be President, and he expects to enter politics the day he is
twenty-one." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 327 | Author: | Munroe, Kirk, 1850-1930. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The flamingo feather | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ON a dreary winter's day, early in the year 1564, young Réné
de Veaux, who had just passed his sixteenth birthday, left the dear old chateau
where he had spent his happy and careless boyhood, and started for Paris.
Less than a month before both his noble father and his gentle mother had
been taken from him by a terrible fever that had swept over the country,
and Réné their only child, was left without a relative in the
world except his uncle the Chevalier Réné de Laudonniere, after
whom he was named. In those days of tedious travel it seemed a weary time
to the lonely lad before the messenger who had gone to Paris with a letter
telling his uncle of his sad position could return. When at length he came
again, bringing a kind message that bade him come immediately to Paris and
be a son to his equally lonely uncle, Réné lost no time in
obeying. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 328 | Author: | Myerson, Abraham, 1881-1948. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Foundations of Personality | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MAN'S interest in character is founded on an intensely practical
need. In whatsoever relationship we deal with our fellows, we base our
intercourse largely on our understanding of their characters. The
trader asks concerning his customer, "Is he honest?'' and the teacher
asks about the pupil, "Is he earnest?'' The friend bases his
friendship on his good opinion of his friend; the foe seeks to know
the weak points in the hated one's make-up; and the maiden yearning
for her lover whispers to, herself, "Is he true?'' Upon our success
in reading the character of others, upon our understanding of
ourselves hangs a good deal of our life's success or failure. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 330 | Author: | Nation, Carry A. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A. Nation | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I was born in Garrard County, Kentucky. My
father's farm was on Dick's River, where the cliffs rose to hundreds of
feet, with great ledges of rocks, where under which I used to sit. There
were many large rocks scattered around, some as much as fifteen feet
across, with holes that held water, where my father salted his stock,
and I, a little toddler, used to follow him. On the side of the house
next to the cliffs was what we called the "Long House," where the negro
women would spin and weave. There were wheels, little and big, and a
loom or two, and swifts and reels, and winders, and everything for
making linen for the summer, and woolen cloth for the winter, both
linsey and jeans. The flax was raised on the place, and so were the
sheep. When a child 5 years old, I used to bother the other spinners. I
was so anxious to learn to spin. My father had a small wheel made for me
by a wright in the neighborhood. I was very jealous of my wheel, and
would spin on it for hours. The colored women were always indulgent to
me, and made the proper sized rolls, so I could spin them. I would
double the yarn, and then twist it, and knit it into suspenders, which
was a great source of pride to my father, who would display my work to
visitors on every occasion. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 334 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Little Wolf | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HE would never be a strong waschuscha (a brave); when he was born he was no
bigger than a baby coyote, littered in a terrible winter after a summer of famine.
That was what the braves said as they sat in a circle about the fires; and often one
would catch him, spanning his little brown legs with a contemptuous forefinger
and thumb, while the others found much loud mirth in ridiculing this bronze mite
who could never be a brave. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 338 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | When the Snows Drift | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ALL through the "month of the bellowing of the bulls" the war with the
Sioux had raged; all through the dry hot "month of the sunflowers" the
sound of the hurrying battle had swept the broad brown plains like the
angry voice of a prairie fire, when the Southwest booms. But now the
fight was ended: the beaten Sioux had carried their wrath and defeat with
them into the North; and the Pawnees, allies of the Omahas, had taken
their way into the South, to build their village in the wooded bottoms of
the broad and shallow stream. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 340 | Author: | Nietzche, Friedrich Wilhelm | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Beyond Good and Evil | | | | Published: | 2005 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | 1. The Will to Truth, which is to tempt us to many a hazardous
enterprise, the famous Truthfulness of which all philosophers
have hitherto spoken with respect, what questions has this Will
to Truth not laid before us! What strange, perplexing,
questionable questions! It is already a long story; yet it seems
as if it were hardly commenced. Is it any wonder if we at last
grow distrustful, lose patience, and turn impatiently away? That
this Sphinx teaches us at last to ask questions ourselves? WHO is
it really that puts questions to us here? WHAT really is this
"Will to Truth" in us? In fact we made a long halt at the
question as to the origin of this Will--until at last we came to
an absolute standstill before a yet more fundamental question. We
inquired about the VALUE of this Will. Granted that we want the
truth: WHY NOT RATHER untruth? And uncertainty? Even ignorance?
The
problem of the value of truth presented itself before us--or
was it we who presented ourselves before the problem? Which of us
is the Oedipus here? Which the Sphinx? It would seem to be a
rendezvous of questions and notes of interrogation. And could it
be believed that it at last seems to us as if the problem had
never been propounded before, as if we were the first to discern
it, get a sight of it, and RISK RAISING it? For there is risk in
raising it, perhaps there is no greater risk. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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