| | 101 | Author: | Prime, William C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Tent Life in the Holy Land  | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | [from Chapter 1, "Nunc Dimittis Domine!"]
To see the sun go down beyond the Sepulchre and rise over the mountain of the Ascension, to bare
my forehead to the cold dews of Gethsemane, and lave my dim eyes in the waters of Siloam, to sleep
in the company of the infinite host above the oaks of Mamre, and to lie in the starlight of Bethlehem
and catch, however faintly, some notes of the voices of the angels, to wash off the dust of life in the
Jordan, to cool my hot lips at the well of Samaria, to hear the murmur of Gennesareth, giving me
blessed sleep — was not all this worth dreaming of — worth living for — was it not worth dying
for? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 102 | Author: | Pyle, Howard | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Men of Iron | | | | Published: | 1998 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MYLES FALWORTH was but eight years of age at
that time, and it was only afterwards, and when he
grew old enough to know more of the ins and outs
of the matter, that he could remember by bits and
pieces the things that afterwards happened; how
one evening a knight came clattering into the
court-yard upon a horse, red-nostrilled and
smeared with the sweat and foam of a desperate
ride—Sir John Dale, a dear friend of the blind
Lord. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 105 | Author: | Pyrnelle, Louise Clarke | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Diddi, Dumps, and Tot | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THEY were three little sisters, daughters of a Southern planter, and they
lived in a big white house on a cotton plantation in Mississippi. The house
stood in a grove of cedars and live-oaks, and on one side was a flower-garden,
with two summer-houses covered with climbing roses and honey-suckles, where
the little girls would often have tea-parties in the pleasant spring and
summer days. Back of the house was a long avenue of water-oaks leading to
the quarters where the negroes lived. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 106 | Author: | Quayle, William A. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Hero — Jean Valjean | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE hero is not a luxury, but a necessity.
We can no more do without him than we
can do without the sky. Every best man and
woman is at heart a hero-worshiper. Emerson
acutely remarks that all men admire Napoleon
because he was themselves in possibility. They
were in miniature what he was developed. For
a like though nobler reason, all men love heroes.
They are ourselves grown tall, puissant, victorious,
and sprung into nobility, worth, service. The hero
electrifies the world; he is the lightning of the soul,
illuminating our sky, clarifying the air, making it
thereby salubrious and delightful. What any elect
spirit did, inures to the credit of us all. A
fragment of Lowell's clarion verse may stand for the
biography of heroism: | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 107 | Author: | Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Ship of Stars | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Until his ninth year the boy about whom this story is written lived
in a house which looked upon the square of a county town. The house
had once formed part of a large religious building, and the boy's
bedroom had a high groined roof, and on the capstone an angel carved,
with outspread wings. Every night the boy wound up his prayers with
this verse which his grandmother had taught him:
"Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch, one to pray,
Two to bear my soul away."
Then he would look up to the angel and say: "Only Luke is with me."
His head was full of
queer texts and beliefs. He supposed the three
other angels to be always waiting in the next room, ready to bear
away the soul of his grandmother (who was bed-ridden), and that he
had Luke for an angel because he was called Theophilus, after the
friend for whom St. Luke had written his Gospel and the Acts of the
Holy Apostles. His name in full was Theophilus John Raymond, but
people called him Taffy. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 109 | Author: | Redgrove, Herbert Stanley, 1887-1943 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Bygone Beliefs / Redgrove, Herbert Stanley. | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IN the earliest days of his upward evolution man was
satisfied with a very crude explanation of natural
phenomena—that to which the name "animism"
has been given. In this stage of mental development
all the various forces of Nature are personified:
the rushing torrent, the devastating fire, the wind
rustling the forest leaves—in the mind of the animistic
savage all these are personalities, spirits, like himself,
but animated by motives more or less antagonistic
to him. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 111 | Author: | Riley, James Whitcomb | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley, Volume 10 | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ALL who knew Mr. Clark intimately, casually,
or by sight alone, smiled always, meeting
him, and thought, "What an odd man he is!" Not
that there was anything extremely or ridiculously
obtrusive in Mr. Clark's peculiarities either of
feature, dress, or deportment, by which a graded
estimate of his really quaint character might aptly be
given; but rather, perhaps, it was the curious
combination of all these things that had gained
for Mr. Clark the transient celebrity of being a
very eccentric man. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 112 | Author: | Rinehart, Mary Roberts | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Circular Staircase | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THIS is the story of how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind,
deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house
for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of
those mysterious crimes that keep our newspapers and detective
agencies happy and prosperous. For twenty years I had been
perfectly comfortable; for twenty years I had had the window-boxes filled in the spring, the carpets lifted, the awnings put
up and the furniture covered with brown linen; for as many
summers I had said good-by to my friends, and, after watching
their perspiring hegira, had settled down to a delicious quiet in
town, where the mail comes three times a day, and the water
supply does not depend on a tank on the roof. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 114 | Author: | Rinehart, Mary Roberts | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Where there's a Will | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN it was all over Mr. Sam came out to the spring-house to
say good-by to me before he and Mrs. Sam left. I hated to see
him go, after all we had been through together, and I suppose he
saw it in my face, for he came over close and stood looking down
at me, and smiling. "You saved us, Minnie," he said, "and I
needn't tell you we're grateful; but do you know what I think?"
he asked, pointing his long forefinger at me. "I think you've
enjoyed it even when you were suffering most. Red-haired women
are born to intrigue, as the sparks fly upward." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 115 | Author: | Roberts, Charles G. D. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Jean Michaud's Little Ship | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Patiently, doggedly, yet with the light in his eyes that belongs to the
enthusiast and the dreamer, young Jean Michaud had worked at it. Throughout
the winter he had hewed the seasoned timbers and the diminutive hackmatack
"knees" from the swamp far back in the Equille Valley; and whenever the sledding
was good with his yoke of black oxen he had hauled his materials to the secret
place of his shipbuilding by the winding shore of a deep tidal tributary
of the Port Royal. In the spring he had laid the keel and riveted securely
to it the squared hackmatack knees. It was unusual to use such sturdy and
unmanageable timbers as these hackmatack knees for a craft so small as this
which the young Acadian was building; but Jean Michaud's thoughts were long
thoughts and went far ahead. He was putting all his hopes as well as all
his scant patrimony into this little ship; and he was resolved that it should
be strong to carry his fortunes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 119 | Author: | Romeyn, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | 'Little Africa': The Last Slave Cargo Landed in the United States | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Among the passengers of the "Roger B. Taney," Captain
Timothy Meaher, plying between Mobile and Montgomery, Ala. in
April, 1858, were a number of Northern gentlemen returning to their
homes after a winter spent in the South. The trip occupied several
days, and as might have been expected, the slavery question was a
fruitful theme of discussion. Captain Meaher, though born in
Gardiner, Maine, had removed, when a mere lad, to the Gulf States,
and accumulated quite a fortune for those days; a large portion of
which was in "chattels" employed on his half dozen steamboats, or
on cotton plantations in the interior of the state, and in lumbering
among the pines and cypress lands near the coast. Of course he was
a defender of "the institution," and, in reply to the expressed belief
of one of his passengers that "with the supply by importation from
Africa cut off and any further spread in the Territories denied, the
thing was doomed," he declared that, despite the stringent measures
taken by most of the civilized powers to crush out the over-sea
traffic, it could be still carried on successfully. In response to the
disbelief expressed by his opponent, he offered to wager any
amount of money that he would "import a cargo in less than two
years, and no one be hanged for it." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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