| | 170 | Author: | Merritt, Abraham, 1882-1943 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Moon Pool  | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FOR two months I had been on the d'Entrecasteaux Islands
gathering data for the concluding chapters of my book
upon the flora of the volcanic islands of the South Pacific.
The day before I had reached Port Moresby and had seen
my specimens safely stored on board the Southern Queen.
As I sat on the upper deck I thought, with homesick mind,
of the long leagues between me and Melbourne, and the
longer ones between Melbourne and New York. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 176 | Author: | Peacock, Thomas Love | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Maid Marian | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "THE abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the
abbey-chapel of Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in
goodly lines disposed, to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful
Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of the Baron of Arlingford, with the noble
Robert Fitz-Ooth, Earl of Locksley and Huntingdon. The abbey of Rubygill
stood in a picturesque valley, at a little distance from the western
boundary of Sherwood Forest, in a spot which seemed adapted by nature to
be the retreat of monastic mortification, being on the banks of a fine
trout-stream, and in the midst of woodland coverts, abounding with
excellent game. The bride, with her father and attendant maidens,
entered the chapel;
but the earl had not arrived. The baron was amazed, and the bridemaidens
were disconcerted. Matilda feared that some evil had befallen her lover,
but felt no diminution of her confidence in his honour and love. Through
the open gates of the chapel she looked down the narrow road that wound
along the side of the hill; and her ear was the first that heard the
distant trampling of horses, and her eye was the first that caught the
glitter of snowy plumes, and the light of polished spears. "It is
strange," thought the baron, "that the earl should come in this martial
array to his wedding;" but he had not long to meditate on the
phenomenon, for the foaming steeds swept up to the gate like a
whirlwind, and the earl, breathless with speed, and followed by a few of
his yeomen, advanced to his smiling bride. It was then no time to ask
questions, for the organ was in full peal, and the choristers were in
full voice. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 179 | 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 |
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