Bluebell A Novel

I would be a mermaid fair, I would sing to myself the whole of the day; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair, And still as I comb'd, I would sing and say, "Who is it loves...

Lord Bromley did not suffer the nocturnal festivities to interfere with his morning walk, during which he came upon the governess and her pupils looking as fresh as the dawn.

This was Bluebell's first acquaintance with a really grand English park, and, during the long drive through it, she gazed in wondering delight at the stately trees, heavy with s...

It was the "fall" in Canada, and the leaves were dying royally in purple, crimson and gold. On the edge of a common, skirting a well-known city of Ontario, stood a small, rough-...

My love he stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet; Methought he said, "In this far land, Oh, is it thus we meet! Ah, maid most dear, I am not here, I have no plac...

A division of souls may take place without a word being exchanged. One reminded of those mists that rise into a cool stratum of air soon to redescend in flakes of snow.... --Hum...

The morning rose clear and brilliant. The partings were over, and Bluebell, on the deck of the river steamer, was gazing her last on the long flat shore, with its high elevators...

Du Meresq in indignant dismay at the abduction of Cecil on the day of the picnic stood awhile silent and bitter, deaf to the impatience of the children, who wanted to be off. Wh...

A dense November fog ushered in the dawn of the following day. Bluebell had been awake for hours. Some men were mending the streets, and, as she listened to the monotonous blows...

A little further on, by a blazing fire, was seated the hostess and about a dozen other people on benches and rugs; a table spread with refreshments and hot liquids attracted as...

But, Tom, you'll soon find, for I happen to know, That such walks often lead into straying; And the voices of cousins are sometimes so low, Heaven only knows what you'll be sayi...

"I suppose, Bluebell, you keep all your fine spirits for company?" said Miss Opie, tauntingly; and, indeed, she had some reason to be aggrieved. Few things are more trying than...

The summer had not been a very gay one. The heat was so intense as to throw languour on the garden and croquet-parties, which replaced the winter balls and sleigh drives. Thunde...

If aught in nature be unnatural, It is the slaying, by a spring-tide frost, Of Spring's own children; cheated blossoms all Betrayed i' the birth, and born for burial, Of budding...

Bluebell had not visited her mother for three weeks. One Saturday Freddy had a sore throat and would not let her out of his sight, keeping up an incessant demand for black-curra...

'T were a pity when flowers around us rise, To make light of the rest, if the rose be not there; And the world is so rich in resplendent eyes, 'T were a pity to limit one's love...

I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue; 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wet wi' dew-- Her graceful bosom lily white-- It was...

How could I tell I should love thee to-day, Whom that day I held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away, When I did not love thee a near? --Jean Ingelow.

Bluebell had begun to feel herself in a false position. Freddy's lessons were, of course, a farce; and Cecil now seemed never to care to practise with her. Miss Prosody, with ev...

I was monarch supreme in my cloudland. I was master of fate in that proud land; I would not endure That a grief without cure, A love that could end, Or a false hearted friend, S...

"Bluebell," said little Lola, bursting into the nursery, where Freddy, rather a tyrant in his affections, had insisted on her singing him to sleep, "Ma says you have got to dine...

Time flew much lighter with our heroine as she counted the days to the next rendezvous with Du Meresq; anticipation is ever sweeter than reality. The cottage was no longer dull,...

There was a bright moon that evening, and Colonel Rolleston and his daughter were crossing the lake. A yacht passed them, sailing rapidly before the wind. Some one on board took...

General Rolleston then retired from the service, and bought a very nice property near Leamington. He still saw a good deal of his old officers; Fane especially, who now commande...

"'Tis over, The valse, the quadrille, and the song, The whispered farewell of the lover; The heartless adieu of the throng, The heart that was throbbing with pleasure; The eyeli...

Two or three months passed, the bluebirds and robins had all disappeared, and the snow-birds, hardy scions of the feathered tribe capable of withstanding the rigours of a Canadi...

Bluebell was settled in her new abode, about fifteen miles from London: and certainly few governesses have the luck to drop into a more sunshiny home. Only two little girls, ple...

But hapless one! I cannot ride--there's something in a horse That I could always honour, but never could indorse. To speak still more commercially, in riding I am quite Averse t...

The breeze was dead, The leaf lay without whispering in the tree; We were together. How, where, what matter? Somewhere in a dream, Drifting, slow drifting down a wizard stream....

Says "Be content my lovely May, For thou shalt be my bride." With her yellow hair, that glittered fair, She dried the trickling tear, And sighed the name of Branxholm's heir, Th...

Bluebell thought that now Mrs. Rolleston had detected her secret, there was no necessity to keep it from Cecil. They were in the habit of sitting awhile, talking over their bed-...

Cecil woke the next morning with the feeling that something pleasant had happened; and then she remembered that Bertie Du Meresq was actually in the house, and the old folly as...

Mrs. Rolleston completely sank under this dreadful blow. Bertie had been her darling and pride from his infancy, and her own misery was redoubled, in anticipation of the even gr...

She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love--a spring of light --H...

Ere long a challenge and a cheer Came floating down the wind; 'Twas Mermaid's note, and the huntsman's voice We knew it was a find. The dull air woke us from a trance As sixty h...

I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amiss, If I tell you my reason for asking you this, I would see you safe home (now the swain was in love), Of such a companion if you woul...

His passion is not, he declares, the mere fever Of a rapturous moment. It knows no control; It will burn in his breast thro' existence for ever, Immutably fixed in the deeps of...

Harry had stayed the night in London, and rather wished, for the present, it might be inferred that he had been there all the time. It was some distance from Bromley Towers, and...

Bluebell, a lonely little recluse at the cottage, seemed to have passed a lifetime there, so long were the uneventful days. She was not exactly unhappy, being too young and heal...

Bluebell sped home, and, to evade remarks, hung up her hat in the passage, as the least embarrassing way of reporting herself, then remained, perdu, in her own room, transfigure...

Bluebell had no difficulty in preserving silence about the Sunday's escapade. It never occurred to Mrs. Rolleston to enquire what time she had returned, and an evasive answer to...