A Traveler at Forty
Category： Author：Theodore Dreiser西奥多·德莱塞
A Traveler at Forty is the detailed account of his travels during that time, including the exploration of his ancestral roots in Germany.
TAG：
HOME > Search:roots 
Category： Author：Theodore Dreiser西奥多·德莱塞
A Traveler at Forty is the detailed account of his travels during that time, including the exploration of his ancestral roots in Germany.
TAG：
Category： Author：Stephen Crane史蒂芬·克莱恩
Stephen Crane was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. The engine bellowed its way up the slanting, winding valley. Grey crags, and trees with roots fastened cleverly to the steeps looked down at the struggles of the black monster.
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
Have you heard of the great Forest of Burzee? Nurse used to sing of it when I was a child. She sang of the big tree-trunks, standing close together, with their roots intertwining below the earth and their branches intertwining above it; of their rough coating of bark and queer, gnarled limbs; of the bushy foliage that roofed the ...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
S URELY it was no longer ago than yesterday. I had left the scythe lying at the edge of the long grass, and gone up through the rows of nodding Indian corn to the house, seeking a draught of cool water from the spring. It was hot in the July sunshine; the thick forest on every side intercepted the breeze, and I had been at work f...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
I do not like seriousness. I think it is irreligious. Or, if you prefer the phrase, it is the fashion of all false religions. The man who takes everything seriously is the man who makes an idol of everything: he bows down to wood and stone until his limbs are as rooted as the roots of the tree or his head as fallen as the stone s...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
The clear water of the little river, in which the willows were mirrored quiveringly, shallowed where a tiny bar of silver-white sand thrust the ripples aside. Thus confined, the stream sulked for a moment in a deep, pellucid pool, and then, with sudden rush and gurgle, swept through a miniature narrows and swirled about the naked...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
It was an uninspiring bit of street: narrow, paved with cobble; hot and noisy in summer, reeking with unwholesome mud during the drizzling and snow-slimed months of winter. It looked anything this May after noon except a starting-place for drama. But, then, the great dramas of life often avoid the splendid estates and trappings with wh...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
Once upon a time amidst the mountains and hills and falling streams of a fair land there was a town or thorp in a certain valley. This was well-nigh encompassed by a wall of sheer cliffs; toward the East and the great mountains they drew together till they went near to meet, and left but a narrow path on either side of a stony stream t...
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
WHETHER this book is ‘modern’ in the good sense or the bad sense of that irritating word is for the reader to judge. I have tried to produce an ethical theory which should be both impregnated by the polliniferous wind of contemporary thought, and yet not without roots in the past.
TAG：
Category： Author：novel
"Moving the Mountain" tells the story of the struggles and triumphs of thousands of activists who achieved 'half a revolution' between 1960 and 1990. In this award-winning book, the most complete history of the women's movement to date, Flora Davis presents a grass-roots view of the small steps and giant leaps that have changed laws an...
TAG：