Brandon Coyle's wife

He’ll be forgotten—like old debts By persons who are used to borrow; Forgotten—like the sun that sets, When shines the new one on the morrow; Forgotten like the luscious peach T...

Yes, yes! from out the herd, like a marked deer, They drive the poor distraught! The storms of heaven Beat on him; gaping hinds stare at his woe; And no one stops to pray Heaven...

Heart-rending news and dreadful to those few Who her resemble and her steps pursue; That death should license have to rage among The good, the strong, the loving, and the young....

From Mercer street he went back to his hotel, wrote a hasty letter to his “friend,” Brandon Coyle, instructing him to address his next communication to Jonathan Adams, General P...

They who have never warred with misery, Nor ever tugged with fortune and distress, Hath had n’ occasion nor a field to try The strength and forces of his worthiness; Those parts...

’Tis not to pray Heav’n’s mercy, or to sit And droop, or to confess that thou hast sinned; ’Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit, And not commit these sins thou hast bewaile...

Courage! You travel through a darksome cave, But still, as nearer to the light you draw, Fresh gales will meet you from the upper air, And wholesome dews of heaven your forehead...

Though looks and words By the strong mastery of his practiced will Are overruled, the mounting blood betrays An impulse in its secret spring, too deep For his control. SOUTHEY.

Amid the city— The great humanity that beats Its life along the stony streets, Like a strong, unsunnéd river, In a self-made course is ever Rolling on, rolling on! She sits and...

Our waking dreams are fatal! How she dreamed Of things impossible upon this earth! Of joys perpetual, in perpetual change; Of stable pleasures on the shifting scene, Eternal sun...

To wreak a signal vengeance on the beautiful simpleton whom he had betrayed by a false marriage, yet who with all her simplicity, had had fatal cunning enough to write that warn...

They were passing through a flat, dreary portion of the country, in the hour when no lights gleamed from the windows or doors of wayside dwellings, when all without was dark, st...

See how the hopes of life resemble The uncertain glory of an April day, That now doth seem all sun and brightness, And then a tempest takes it all away. ANON.

They alighted and were immediately greeted by the whole force of the house and stables, from the landlord down to the bootblack, all coming to welcome the return of the wanderer...

The guard, seeing them, and knowing that the “reserved” compartment, “reserved” no longer, was the only vacant one on the train, went and opened the door, put out the lamp, and...

At the baron’s request, and, therefore, of course, at the baron’s expense, the Yockley constable had taken a whole compartment for the accommodation of his party on the train th...

Had it pleased Heaven To try me with afflictions; had He rained All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head; Steeped me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and...

“When is the next train for the Miston Branch Junction?” inquired the baron of the cabman, as he issued from the prison doors, leaving his unfortunate young cousin behind him.

The clouds may rest on the present, And sorrow on days that are gone, But no night is so utterly cheerless That we may not look for the dawn; And there is no human being With so...

The world has lost its bright illusions. One by one The masks have gone; the lights burnt out; The music dropped into silence, and she stands alone In the dark halls, and hears...

Oh, spirit land! thou land of dreams! A world thou art of mysterious gleams, Of startling voices and sounds of strife— A world of the lost who have entered life! FELICIA HEMANS.

Dread is the power of dreams! Who has not felt, When in the morning light such visions melt, How the vailed soul, though struggling to be free, Ruled by that deep, unfathomed my...

Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, Have now been cast in the stream of my life; And they have gone up to the fountain head, And all that flows thence is embitteréd. Yet s...

Oh, there are moments for us here, when seeing Life’s inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear.

Mightier far Than strength of nerve, or sinew, or the sway Of magic, potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favorite seat be feeble woma...

Love’s heralds should be thoughts Which ten times faster glide than the sunbeams. Driving back shadows over lowering hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, And the...

She hath had her happy day— She hath had her bud and blossom; Now she pales and shrinks away, Death, into thy gentle bosom! She hath done her bidding here; Angels dear, Bear her...

“Here is Mrs. Fleming, my dear! Now _do_ be good to yourself and get—keep quiet as you can!” said Mrs. Nolliss, opening the door of the boudoir to admit Net, and then retiring a...

They seemed to those who saw them meet, The careless friends of every day; Her smile was still serene and sweet, His courtesy was free and gay; Yet if by one the other’s name In...

He must be worthy of her love, For not the faintest shade Of all the charms that round her move Within his heart can fade. The glances of her gentle eyes Are in his soul enshrin...

“TO MRS. ADRIAN FLEMING.—_My Dear Madam_: You will be surprised at receiving a letter from a total stranger; but you will pardon me for taking the liberty to write to you when y...

Pilgrims who journey through a stormy night, Observe, as nearer to the day you draw, Faint gleams that meet you from the coming light, See darkness lighten more, till, full of a...

Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind; Nor cruelty nor mercy change her mind; When some escape for that which others die, Mercy to those to these is cruelty. DENHAM.

It often falls, in course of common life, That right, long time, is overborne by wrong, Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife, That weakens her and makes opponent stron...

The shadow of this woe will pass away, Then will commence his high career, He will rise up to it and make all possible, The glory and the grandeur of each dream And every aspira...

And thus, from the sad years of life, We sometimes do short hours, yea, minutes strike, Keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten; Which, through the dreary gloom of time o’...

Softly She is lying With her lips apart, Softly, While you’re sighing With a smitten heart. Gently She is sleeping— She has breathed her last; Gently, While you’re weeping, She...

Yes, on the dull silence breaking With a lightning’s flash—a word, Bearing endless desolation On its blighting wings, she heard. Earth can forge no keener weapon Dealing surer d...

Theirs were the shout, the song, the burst of joy, Which sweet from childhood’s rosy lips resoundeth, Theirs were the eager spirit naught could cloy, And the glad heart from whi...

Rejoice, oh, grieving heart! The hours fly fast! With each some sorrow dies. With each some shadow flies, Until at last The red dawn in the East Shows that the night has ceased,...

Right well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had rolled, And brought blithe Christmas back again With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious ri...