| 181 | Author: | Lowell, Amy | Requires cookie* | | Title: | Many Swans: Sun Myth of the North American Indians | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | When the Goose Moon rose and walked upon a pale sky, and water made a
noise once more beneath the ice on the river, his heart was sick
with longing for the great good of the sun. One Winter again had
passed, one Winter like the last. A long sea with waves biting each
other under grey clouds, a shroud of snow from ocean to forest,
snow mumbling stories of bones and driftwood beyond his red fire.
He desired space, light; he cried to himself about himself, he made
songs of sorrow and wept in the corner of his house. He gave his
children toys to keep them away from him. His eyes were dim
following the thin sun. He said to his wife: "I want that sun. Some
day I shall go to see it." And she said: "Peace, be still. You will
wake the children." | | Similar Items: | Find |
183 | Author: | Muzzey, Annie L. | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The Hour and the Woman | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | PERHAPS to no one more than to the writer herself are these
prophetic lines applicable, though she aimed to picture only her
ideal woman. To arrive even in a remote degree at the realization
of one's ideals is, in itself, a distinction that compels
admiration and inspires reverence. The human craving to find in
poet and philosopher a living embodiment and exponent of the
thought flashed upon one's consciousness, is well satisfied in
Charlotte Perkins Stetson, whose word and work are synonymous. | | Similar Items: | Find |
189 | Author: | Remizov, Aleksei | Requires cookie* | | Title: | A White Heart | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | I WAS waiting for a tram-car. There was no way of getting on;
people were hanging on, jostling one another. Well, simply
like wild beasts. Ten tram-cars I let go past. I saw an old woman
standing there, like myself, waiting. An ancient grandmother. To
look at her face you would have thought that it had always been
like that, that she had always been a grandmother; her wrinkles
were so minute; she was toothless, and goodness was in her face.
I looked more intently; she was standing patiently; did her tired
eyes see anything? Yes, they saw. | | Similar Items: | Find |
191 | Author: | Scott, Walter Dill, 1869-1955 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The Psychology of Advertising | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | THE only method of advertising known to the ancients was the word of
mouth. The merchant who had wares to offer brought them to the gate of
a city and there cried aloud, making the worth of his goods known to
those who were entering the city, and who might be induced to turn aside
and purchase them. We are not more amused by the simplicity of the
ancients than we are amazed at the magnitude of the modern systems of
advertising. From the day when Boaz took his stand by the gate to
advertise Naomi's parcel of land by crying, "Ho, . . . turn aside," to
the day when Barnum billed the towns for his three-ringed circus, the
evolution in advertising had been gradual, but it had been as great as
that from the anthropoid ape to P. T. Barnum himself. | | Similar Items: | Find |
192 | Author: | Shaw, Charles Gray | Requires cookie* | | Title: | Dostoievsky's Mystical Terror | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | IT is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living God,
but that is what happened to Fydor Dostoievsky. It was not Russia,
vast, fantastic, terrible, but real existence as such which wrung from
his soul his tales of self-inquisition. "Reality has caught me upon a
hook"; this chance expression in one of his romances of reality is the
confessed secret of the anguished author. Dostoievsky is Russia, and
"the Russian soul is a dark place." Having said this of his own land,
Dostoievsky, without playing upon Amiel's pretty epigram, "the landscape
is a state of the soul," proceeds to show us how the outer darkness
pervades his own soul. He knows not why, but at dusk there comes over
him an oppressive and agonizing state of mind difficult to define, but
recognizable in the form of "mystical terror." Because of his
pessimistic realism, Dostoievsky is not to be understood by any attempt
to force his stubborn thought into the pens of conventional literature;
"standard authors" afford us no analogies, so that it is only by
relating the Russian to Job, Ezekiel, and the author of the Apocalypse
that we are able to make headway in reading Dostoievsky. Hoffmann, Poe,
and Baudelaire played with the terrible as a boy plays with toy spiders
and snakes; but their soul-states knew no Siberias, their mental hides
escaped the hooks of reality. | | Similar Items: | Find |
193 | Author: | Taylor, Bayard | Requires cookie* | | Title: | Views A-Foot; Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | [from Chapter XIX, "Leipsic and Dresden"] The railroad
brought us in three hours from Leipsic, over the eighty miles of plain
that intervene. We came from the station through the Neustadt,
passing the Japanese Palace and the equestrian statue of Augustus the
Strong. The magnificent bridge over the Elbe was so much injured by the
late inundation as to be impassable, and we were obliged to go some
distance up the river bank and cross on a bridge of boats. Next morning
my first search was for the Picture Gallery. We set off at random, and
after passing the Church of Our Lady, with its lofty dome of solid
stone, which withstood the heaviest bombs during the war with Frederick
the Great, came to an open square, one side of which was occupied by an
old, brown, red-roofed building,
which I at once recognized as the
object of our search. | | Similar Items: | Find |
195 | Author: | Turgenev, Ivan | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The Living Mummy | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | "A DRY fisherman and a wet hunter make sorry figures," says the French proverb.
Never having had any turn for angling, I can form no opinion as to the feelings
of a fisherman in fine sunny weather — or tell how far, in foul
weather, the satisfaction he obtains from a good catch makes up for the
unpleasantness of getting drenched. But, for any one out shooting, rain is an
actual disaster. | | Similar Items: | Find |
196 | Author: | Trites, W.B. | Requires cookie* | | Title: | Dostoievsky | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | THE Slav peril has been much talked about of late. Now
the Slav peril means, if it means anything, Russian thought;
and Russian thought, as it reveals itself in Russian literature and Russian dancing, seems to me the most splendid and
most desirable thought in the world to-day. | | Similar Items: | Find |
199 | Author: | Twain, Mark, 1835-1910 | Requires cookie* | | Title: | The American Vandal Abroad | | | Published: | 1997 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | I am to speak of the American Vandal this evening, but I wish to say
in advance that I do not use this term in derision or apply it as a
reproach, but I use it because it is convenient; and duly and properly
modified, it best describes the roving, independent, free-and-easy
character of that class of traveling Americans who are not
elaborately educated, cultivated, and refined, and gilded and filigreed
with the ineffable graces of the first society. The best class of our
countrymen who go abroad keep us well posted about their doings in
foreign lands, but their brethren vandals cannot sing their own praises
or publish their adventures. | | Similar Items: | Find |
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