| | 41 | Author: | Homer | Add | | | Title: | The Iliad of Homer  | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles Peleus' son, the ruinous wrath that
brought on the Achaians woes innumerable, and hurled down into Hades
many strong souls of heroes, and gave their bodies to be a prey to dogs
and all winged fowls; and so the counsel of Zeus wrought out its
accomplishment from the day when first strife parted Atreides king of
men and noble Achilles. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 47 | Author: | Parins, James W. | Add | | | Title: | The Genius of Sequoyah | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Sequoyah, the much-honored creator of the Cherokee syllabary, the means by which
anyone speaking the Cherokee language could become literate, was an unlettered
man himself until he finished his system. Nonetheless, the Cherokee historian
Dr. Emmett Starr reported, written language held a particular fascination for
him. Seeing the written page used by white people, Sequoyah at first thought
that each letter stood for a word. Upon closer examination, however, he
concluded that this could not be true, and that a better explanation was that
each letter represented a sound. This idea, which came to him around 1809, was
the seed from which the Cherokee syllabary grew. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 58 | Author: | Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832. | Add | | | Title: | The Lady of the lake, | | | | Published: | 2004 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,--
O Minstrel Harp, still must shine accents sleep?
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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