| 229 | Author: | Brawley, Benjamin | Add | | Title: | The Negro Genius | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | In his lecture on "The Poetic Principle," in leading down to his definition of
poetry, Edgar Allan Poe has called attention to the three faculties, intellect,
feeling, and will, and shown that poetry, that the whole realm of aesthetics in
fact, is concerned primarily and solely with the second of these. Does it appeal
to a sense of beauty? This is his sole test of a poem or of any work of art, the
aim being neither to appeal to the intellect by satisfying the reason or
inculcating truth, nor to appeal to the will by satisfying the moral sense or
inculcating duty. | | Similar Items: | Find |
230 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Add | | Title: | The Shuttle | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | NO man knew when the Shuttle began its slow and heavy weaving from shore to shore,
that it was held and guided by the great hand of Fate. Fate alone saw the meaning of
the web it wove, the might of it, and its place in the making of a world's history.
Men thought but little of either web or weaving, calling them by other names and
lighter ones, for the time unconscious of the strength of the thread thrown across
thousands of miles of leaping, heaving, grey or blue ocean. | | Similar Items: | Find |
235 | Author: | Haldeman-Julius, Emanuel and Anna Marcet Haldeman-Julius | Add | | Title: | Dust | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | DUST was piled in thick, velvety folds on the weeds and grass of the open Kansas
prairie; it lay, a thin veil on the scrawny black horses and the sharp-boned cow
picketed near a covered wagon; it showered to the ground in little clouds as Mrs.
Wade, a tall, spare woman, moved about a camp-fire, preparing supper in a sizzling
skillet, huge iron kettle and blackened coffee-pot. | | Similar Items: | Find |
236 | Author: | Higginson, Thomas Wentworth, 1823-1911 | Add | | Title: | Malbone: an Oldport romance | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | AS one wanders along this southwestern promontory of the Isle of Peace, and looks
down upon the green translucent water which forever bathes the marble slopes of the
Pirates' Cave, it is natural to think of the ten wrecks with which the past winter
has strewn this shore. Though almost all trace of their presence is already gone, yet
their mere memory lends to these cliffs a human interest. Where a stranded vessel
lies, thither all steps converge, so long as one plank remains upon another. There
centres the emotion. All else is but the setting, and the eye sweeps with
indifference the line of unpeopled rocks. They are barren, till the imagination has
tenanted them with possibilities of danger and dismay. The ocean provides the scenery
and properties of a perpetual tragedy, but the interest arrives with the performers.
Till then the shores remain vacant, like the
great conventional arm-chairs of the French drama, that wait for Rachel to come and
die. | | Similar Items: | Find |
240 | Author: | Page, Thomas Nelson | Add | | Title: | Marse Chan; A Tale of Old Virginia | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | ONE afternoon, in the autumn of 1872, I was riding leisurely down the sandy road that
winds along the top of the water-shed between two of the smaller rivers of eastern
Virginia. The road I was travelling, following "the ridge" for miles, had just struck
me as most significant of the character of the race whose only avenue of
communication with the outside world it had formerly been. Their once splendid
mansions, now fast falling to decay, appeared to view from time to time, set back far
from the road, in proud seclusion, among groves of oak and hickory, now scarlet and
gold with the early frost. Distance was nothing to this people; time was of no
consequence to them. They desired but a level path in life, and that they had, though
the way was longer, and the outer world strode by them as they dreamed. | | Similar Items: | Find |
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