| | 323 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Old Arithmetician  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | A STRONG soft south wind had been blowing the day before, and the
trees had dropped nearly all their leaves. There were left only a
few brownish-golden ones dangling on the elms, and hardly any at
all on the maples. There were many trees on the street, and the
fallen leaves were heaped high. Mrs. Wilson Torry's little door
yard was ankle deep with them. The air was full of their odor,
which could affect the spirit like a song, and mingled with it was
the scent of grapes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 324 | Author: | Wilkins, Mary E. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | "A Poetess" | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE garden-patch at the right of the house was all a gay spangle
with sweet-pease and red-flowering beans, and flanked with feathery
asparagus. A woman in blue was moving about there. Another woman,
in a black bonnet, stood at the front door of the house. She
knocked and waited. She could not see from where she stood the
blue-clad woman in the garden. The house was very close to the
road, from which a tall evergreen hedge separated it, and the view
to the side was in a measure cut off. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 326 | Author: | Wilde, Oscar | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Lord Arthur Savile's Crime | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IT was Lady Windermere's last reception before Easter,
and Bentinck House was even more crowded than
usual. Six cabinet ministers had come on from the Speaker's
Levee in their stars and ribands, all the pretty
women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the
picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsruhe, a
heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderful
emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her
voice and laughing immoderately at everything that was
said to her. It was certainly a wonderful medley of people.
Gorgeous peeresses chattered affably to violent Radicals,
popular preachers brushed coat-tails with eminent sceptics,
a perfect bevy of bishops kept following a stout prima
donna from room to room, on the staircase stood several
royal academicians, disguised as artists, and it was said
that at one time the supper-room was absolutely crammed
with geniuses. In fact, it was one of Lady Windermere's
best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past
eleven. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 334 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Dawn of A To-morrow | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are always two ways of
looking at a thing, frequently
there are six or seven; but two ways
of looking at a London fog are quite
enough. When it is thick and yellow
in the streets and stings a man's
throat and lungs as he breathes it, an
awakening in the early morning is
either an unearthly and grewsome,
or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding,
and comfortable thing. If one
awakens in a healthy body, and with
a clear brain rested by normal sleep
and retaining memories of a normally
agreeable yesterday, one may lie watching
the housemaid building the fire;
and after she has swept the hearth
and put things in order, lie watching
the flames of the blazing and crackling
wood catch the coals and set them
blazing also, and dancing merrily and
filling corners with a glow; and in so
lying and realizing that leaping light
and warmth and a soft bed are good
things, one may turn over on one's
back, stretching arms and legs
luxuriously, drawing deep breaths and
smiling at a knowledge of the fog
outside which makes half-past eight
o'clock on a December morning as
dark as twelve o'clock on a December
night. Under such conditions
the soft, thick, yellow gloom has its
picturesque and even humorous aspect.
One feels enclosed by it at once
fantastically and cosily, and is inclined
to revel in imaginings of the picture
outside, its Rembrandt lights and
orange yellows, the halos about the
street-lamps, the illumination of shop-windows, the flare of torches stuck
up over coster barrows and coffee-stands, the shadows on the faces of
the men and women selling and buying
beside them. Refreshed by sleep
and comfort and surrounded by light,
warmth, and good cheer, it is easy to
face the day, to confront going out
into the fog and feeling a sort of
pleasure in its mysteries. This is one
way of looking at it, but only one. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 335 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | T. Tembarom | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE boys at the Brooklyn public school which
he attended did not know what the "T."
stood for. He would never tell them. All
he said in reply to questions was: "It don't
stand for nothin'. You+'ve gotter have a'
'nitial, ain't you?" His name was, in fact,
an almost inevitable school-boy modification
of one felt to be absurd and pretentious.
His Christian name was Temple, which became
"Temp." His surname was Barom,
so he was at once "Temp Barom." In the natural tendency to
avoid waste of time it was pronounced as one word, and the
letter p being superfluous and cumbersome, it easily settled itself
into "Tembarom," and there remained. By much less inevitable
processes have surnames evolved themselves as centuries rolled
by. Tembarom liked it, and soon almost forgot he had ever
been called anything else. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 337 | 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 |
| 338 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Scarlet Car | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to the Harvard and Yale game in
Winthrop's car. It was perfectly well understood. Even Peabody, who pictured himself and Miss
Forbes in the back of the car, with her brother and Winthrop in front, condescended to approve.
It was necessary to invite Peabody because it was his great good fortune to be engaged to Miss
Forbes. Her brother Sam had been invited, not only because he could act as chaperon for his
sister, but because since they were at St. Paul's,
Winthrop and he, either as participants or spectators, had never missed going together to the
Yale-Harvard game. And Beatrice Forbes herself had been invited because she was herself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 339 | Author: | Van Dyke, Henry, 1852-1933 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Blue Flower | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The parents were abed and sleeping. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and
lazily, as if it had time to spare. Outside the rattling windows there was a
restless, whispering wind. The room grew light, and dark, and wondrous light
again, as the moon played hide-and-seek through the clouds. The boy, wide-awake
and quiet in his bed, was thinking of the Stranger and his stories. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 340 | Author: | Ferber, Edna | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Fanny Herself | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | You could not have lived a week in Winnebago without being aware of Mrs.
Brandeis. In a town of ten thousand, where every one was a personality, from Hen
Cody, the drayman, in blue overalls (magically transformed on Sunday mornings
into a suave black-broadcloth usher at the Congregational Church), to A. J.
Dawes, who owned the waterworks before the city bought it. Mrs. Brandeis was a
super-personality. Winnebago did not know it. Winnebago, buying its dolls, and
china, and Battenberg braid and tinware and toys of Mrs. Brandeis, of Brandeis'
Bazaar, realized vaguely that here was some one different. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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