| | 224 | Author: | Crissey, Forrest | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Tattlings of a Retired Politician  | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Being the remarks of "Bill" Bradley, former legislator, congressman, Governor
and United States Senator, to his younger friend Ned, who has written that
he has a cinch on a re-election and that he proposes to take it easy in this
campaign, as there is no need of hustling. Incidentally the retired "party
warhorse" expresses himself on the irksomeness of "existence by corporate
courtesy" and the delights of retirement. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 229 | Author: | Dana, Marvin | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Within the Law | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The lids of the girl's eyes lifted slowly, and she
stared at the panel of light in the wall. Just at the
outset, the act of seeing made not the least impression
on her numbed brain. For a long time she continued
to regard the dim illumination in the wall with the same
passive fixity of gaze. Apathy still lay upon her crushed
spirit. In a vague way, she realized her own inertness,
and rested in it gratefully, subtly fearful lest she again
arouse to the full horror of her plight. In a curious
subconscious fashion, she was striving to hold on to this
deadness of sensation, thus to win a little respite from
the torture that had exhausted her soul. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 230 | Author: | Darwin, Charles, 1809-1882 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The expression of the emotions in man and animals | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WILL begin by giving the three Principles, which
appear to me to account for most of the expressions
and gestures involuntarily used by man and the lower
animals, under the influence of various emotions and
sensations.[1] I arrived, however, at these three Principles
only at the close of my observations. They will
be discussed in the present and two following chapters
in a general manner. Facts observed both with man
and the lower animals will here be made use of; but
the latter facts are preferable, as less likely to deceive
us. In the fourth and fifth chapters, I will describe
the special expressions of some of the lower animals;
and in the succeeding chapters those of man. Everyone
will thus be able to judge for himself, how far my
three principles throw light on the theory of the subject.
It appears to me that so many expressions are
thus explained in a fairly satisfactory manner, that
probably all will hereafter be found to come under the
same or closely analogous heads. I need hardly premise
that movements or changes in any part of the
body, — as the wagging of a dog's tail, the drawing back
of a horse's ears, the shrugging of a man's shoulders,
or the dilatation of the capillary vessels of the skin, —
may all equally well serve for expression. The three
Principles are as follows. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 236 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Frances Waldeaux | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In another minute the Kaiser Wilhelm would push off
from her pier in Hoboken. The last bell had rung, the
last uniformed officer and white-jacketed steward had
scurried up the gangway. The pier was massed with people
who had come to bid their friends good-by. They were all
Germans, and there had been unlimited embracing and
kissing and sobs of "Ach! mein lieber Sckatz!" and
"Gott bewahre Dick!" | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 238 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The King's Jackal | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The private terrace of the Hotel Grand Bretagne, at Tangier, was
shaded by a great awning of red and green and yellow, and strewn with
colored mats, and plants in pots, and wicker chairs. It reached out
from the Kings apartments into the Garden of Palms, and was hidden by
them on two sides, and showed from the third the blue waters of the
Mediterranean and the great shadow of Gibraltar in the distance. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 239 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Lion and the Unicorn | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PRENTISS had a long lease on the house, and because it stood in
Jermyn Street the upper floors were, as a matter of course,
turned into lodgings for single gentlemen; and because Prentiss
was a Florist to the Queen, he placed a lion and unicorn over his
flower-shop, just in front of the middle window on the first
floor. By stretching a little, each of them could see into the
window just beyond him, and could hear all that was said inside;
and such things as they saw and heard during the reign of Captain
Carrington, who moved in at the same time they did! By day the
table in the centre of the room was covered with maps, and the
Captain sat with a box of pins, with different-colored flags
wrapped around them, and amused himself by sticking them in the
maps and measuring the
spaces in between, swearing meanwhile to
himself. It was a selfish amusement, but it appeared to be the
Captain's only intellectual pursuit, for at night, the maps were
rolled up, and a green cloth was spread across the table, and
there was much company and popping of soda-bottles, and little
heaps of gold and silver were moved this way and that across the
cloth. The smoke drifted out of the open windows, and the
laughter of the Captain's guests rang out loudly in the empty
street, so that the policeman halted and raised his eyes
reprovingly to the lighted windows, and cabmen drew up beneath
them and lay in wait, dozing on their folded arms, for the
Captain's guests to depart. The Lion and the Unicorn were rather
ashamed of the scandal of it, and they were glad when, one day,
the Captain went away with his tin boxes and gun-cases piled high
on a four-wheeler. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 240 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Margret Howth: A Story of To-Day | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LET me tell you a story of To-Day,—very
homely and narrow in its scope and aim. Not
of the To-Day whose significance in the history
of humanity only those shall read who will
live when you and I are dead. We can bear
the pain in silence, if our hearts are strong
enough, while the nations of the earth stand
afar off. I have no word of this To-Day to
speak. I write from the border of the battlefield,
and I find in it no theme for shallow argument
or flimsy rhymes. The shadow of death
has fallen on us; it chills the very heaven. No
child laughs in my face as I pass down the
street. Men have forgotten to hope, forgotten
to pray; only in the bitterness of endurance,
they say "in the morning, `Would God it were
even!' and in the evening, `Would God it were
morning!' '' Neither I nor you have the prophet's
vision to see the age as its meaning stands
written before God. Those who shall live when
we are dead may tell their children, perhaps,
how, out of anguish and darkness such as the
world seldom has borne, the enduring morning
evolved of the true world and the true man.
It is not clear to us. Hands wet with a brother's
blood for the Right, a slavery of intolerance,
the hackneyed cant of men, or the blood-thirstiness of women, utter no prophecy to us
of the great To-Morrow of content and right
that holds the world. Yet the To-Morrow is
there; if God lives, it is there. The voice of
the meek Nazarene, which we have deafened
down as ill-timed, unfit to teach the watchword
of the hour, renews the quiet promise of its
coming in simple, humble things. Let us go
down and look for it. There is no need that
we should feebly vaunt and madden ourselves
over our self-seen rights, whatever they may
be, forgetting what broken shadows they are
of eternal truths in that calm where He sits
and with His quiet hand controls us. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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