Found 530 results for "Cather, willa, 1873-1947"
My Ántonia
by Willa Cather
FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.
Death Comes for the Archbishop
by Willa Cather
One afternoon in the autumn of 1851 a solitary horseman, followed by a pack-mule, was pushing through an arid stretch of...
O Pioneers!
by Willa Cather
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to...
The Song of the Lark
by Willa Cather
DR. HOWARD ARCHIE had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be...
A Lost Lady
by Willa Cather
THIRTY OR FORTY years ago, in one of those grey towns along the Burlington railroad, which are so much greyer today than...
Alexander's Bridge
by Willa Cather
LATE one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with ...
Youth and the bright Medusa
by Willa Cather
DON HEDGER had lived for four years on the top floor of an old house on the south side of Washington Square, and nobody ...
Sapphira and the slave girl
by Willa Cather
Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife-beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.
