Category: Historical Novels
_Six years ago, I wrote this story down,_ _While yet the light of Eastern skies_ _Was in my eyes,_ _And still my heart, aglow with memories_ _Of sun-enraptured seas,_ _And that old sea-girt town._ _Where, down dark alleys of enchanted night,_ _We stole, until we came_ _To wher...
So, on we marched, till dawn, across the plain; And, on and on, Beneath the waxing moon, Each night we travelled Westward; Until, at last, we halted By the broad dull-gleaming f...
1. Part 1_Six years ago, I wrote this story down,_ _While yet the light of Eastern skies_ _Was in my eyes,_ _And still my heart, aglow with memories_ _Of sun-enraptured seas,_ _And that...