| | 1 | Author: | Allen, Raymund | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Happy Solution  | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The portmanteau, which to Kenneth Dale's strong arm had been little
more than a feather-weight on leaving the station, seemed to have
grown heavier by magic in the course of the half-mile that brought him
to Lord Churt's country house. He put the portmanteau down in the
porch with a sense of relief to his cramped arm, and rang the bell. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 10 | Author: | Aesop | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Fables | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to
lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the
Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him:
"Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated
the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then
said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied
the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf,
"You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet
drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink
to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying,
"Well! I won't remain supperless, even though you refute every
one of my imputations." The tyrant will always find a pretext for
his tyranny. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 12 | Author: | Bacon, Francis | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | New Atlantis | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WE sailed from Peru, where we had continued by the space of one whole year, for
China and Japan, by the South Sea, taking with us victuals for twelve months;
and had good winds from the east, though soft and weak, for five months' space
and more. But then the wind came about, and settled in the west for many days,
so as we could make little or no way, and were sometimes in purpose to turn
back. But then again there arose strong and great winds from the south, with a
point east; which carried us up, for all that we could do, toward the north: by
which time our victuals failed us, though we had made good spare of them. So
that finding ourselves, in the midst of the greatest wilderness of waters in the
world, without victual, we gave ourselves for lost men, and prepared for death.
Yet we did lift up our hearts and voices to God above, who showeth His wonders
in the deep; beseeching Him of His mercy that as in the beginning He discovered
the face of the deep, and brought forth dry land, so He would now discover land
to us, that we might not perish. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 15 | Author: | Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Princess of Mars | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am
a hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have
never aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood.
So far as I can recollect I have always been a man, a man
of about thirty. I appear today as I did forty years and
more ago, and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever;
that some day I shall die the real death from which there is
no resurrection. I do not know why I should fear death,
I who have died twice and am still alive; but yet I have the
same horror of it as you who have never died, and it is
because of this terror of death, I believe, that I am so
convinced of my mortality. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 17 | Author: | Clinton, William Jefferson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Inaugural Presidential Address | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | My fellow citizens, today we celebrate the mystery of American
renewal. This ceremony is held in the depth of winter, but by the
words we speak and the faces we show the world, we force the
spring. A spring reborn in the world's oldest democracy, that
brings forth the vision and courage to reinvent America. When
our founders boldly declared America's independence to the world,
and our purposes to the Almighty, they knew that America, to
endure, would have to change. Not change for change sake, but
change to preserve America's ideals: life, liberty, the pursuit
of happiness. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 19 | Author: | Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Secret Sharer | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | On my right hand there were lines of fishing stakes
resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged
bamboo fences, incomprehensible in its division of
the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if
abandoned for ever by some nomad tribe of fishermen
now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was
no sign of human habitation as far as the eye could
reach. To the left a group of barren islets, suggesting
ruins of stone walls, towers, and blockhouses, had its
foundations set in a blue sea that itself looked solid,
so still and stable did it lie below my feet; even the
track of light from the westering, sun shone smoothly,
without that animated glitter which tells of an imperceptible
ripple. And when I turned my head to take
a parting glance at the tug which had just left us
anchored outside the bar, I saw the straight line of the
flat shore joined to the stable sea, edge to edge, with
a perfect and unmarked closeness, in one leveled floor
half brown, half blue under the enormous dome of
the sky. Corresponding in their insignificance to the
islets of the sea, two small clumps of trees, one on
each side of the only fault in the impeccable joint,
marked the mouth of the river Meinam we had just
left on the first preparatory stage of our homeward
journey; and, far back on the inland level, a larger
and loftier mass, the grove surrounding the great
Paknam pagoda, was the only thing on which the eye
could rest from the vain task of exploring the monotonous sweep
of the horizon. Here and there gleams as
of a few scattered pieces of silver marked the windings
of the great river; and on the nearest of them, just
within the bar, the tug steaming right into the
land became lost
to my sight, hull and funnel and masts, as
though the impassive earth had swallowed her up
without an effort, without a tremor. My eye followed
the light cloud of her smoke, now here, now there,
above the plain, according to the devious curves of the
stream, but always fainter and farther away, till I
lost it at last behind the miter-shaped hill of the great
pagodas. And then I was left alone. with my ship,
anchored at the head of the Gulf of Siam. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 20 | Author: | Douglass, Frederick, 1817?-1895 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | My Escape from Slavery | | | | Published: | 1993 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the first narrative of my experience in slavery, written
nearly forty years ago, and in various writings since, I have given
the public what I considered very good reasons for withholding the
manner of my escape. In substance these reasons were, first, that
such publication at any time during the existence of slavery might
be used by the master against the slave, and prevent the future
escape of any who might adopt the same means that I did. The
second reason was, if possible, still more binding to silence: the
publication of details would certainly have put in peril the
persons and property of those who assisted. Murder itself was not
more sternly and certainly punished in the State of Maryland than
that of aiding and abetting the escape of a slave. Many colored
men, for no other crime than that of giving aid to a fugitive
slave, have, like Charles T. Torrey, perished in prison. The
abolition of slavery in my native State and throughout the country,
and the lapse of time, render the caution hitherto
observed no longer necessary. But even since the abolition of
slavery, I have sometimes thought it well enough to baffle
curiosity by saying that while slavery existed there were good
reasons for not telling the manner of my escape, and since slavery
had ceased to exist, there was no reason for telling it. I shall
now, however, cease to avail myself of this formula, and, as far as
I can, endeavor to satisfy this very natural curiosity. I should,
perhaps, have yielded to that feeling sooner, had there been
anything very heroic or thrilling in the incidents connected with
my escape, for I am sorry to say I have nothing of that sort to
tell; and yet the courage that could risk betrayal and the bravery
which was ready to encounter death, if need be, in pursuit of
freedom, were essential features in the undertaking. My success
was due to address rather than courage, to good luck rather than
bravery. My means of escape were provided for me by the very men
who were making laws to hold and bind me more securely in slavery. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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