Chaste as Ice, Pure as Snow: A Novel

The strange travellers continued their wanderings. News reached them at Paris about the object of their journey, but news so indefinite that L'Estrange thought it well to procee...

O source of the holiest joys we inherit! O Sorrow, thou solemn, invisible spirit! Ill fares it with man when through life's desert sand, Grown impatient too soon for the long-pr...

To look upon the fair face of a child Feels like a resurrection of the heart. Children are vast in blessings; kings and queens According to the dynasties of love.

A glorious Devil, large in heart and brain, That did love Beauty only (Beauty seen In all varieties of mould and mind), And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good, Good only for i...

Mr. Robinson in the mean time had not been idle. He could certainly never have presented so unsullied a front before the world if he had ever been idle where his own interests w...

After this the days passed on in the little village by the sea somewhat slowly and lingeringly. Spring blushed into summer, the bright early freshness of grass and foliage deepe...

Behold in yon skies This wild night is passing away while I speak. Lo! above us the day-spring beginning to break! Something wakens within me, and warms to the beam. Is it hope...

The two men and the child pressed on. They had left the path behind them, they were winding between huge boulders, the debris from some devastating avalanche; like a mighty wall...

For how false is the fairest breast! How little worth, if true! And who would wish possessed What all must scorn or rue? Then pass by beauty with looks above: Oh seek never--sha...

That was the end of anything like confidential intercourse between Maurice Grey and the young Arthur, so far as the evening passed in the chalet was concerned. They were both ti...

Adele was in despair. By that evening's post a letter had arrived from her mother. Mrs. Churchill was on her way to Scarborough, and her niece was travelling with her. They were...

Adele's languor increased with the summer. The heat, which had grown intense in and about London, the fatigues of the season, the anxiety about Arthur and their mutual friend Mr...

Laura was much better the next day; indeed, the improvement was so great that her protector considered himself justified in pressing on for another stage of their journey. She w...

Choking back the tears that seemed as if they _would_ well forth from a fountain that had long been sealed, Margaret Grey turned from her companions of an hour to go home. To a...

Sometimes we feel the wish across the mind Rush like a rocket tearing up the sky, That we should join with God and give the world The slip; but while we wish the world turns rou...

Adele had been swift--swift as the wind. Instinctively in her rapid departure she had chosen their favorite road, that which led down to the sea, but at first it seemed as if al...

Thou art a dew-drop which the morn brings forth, Not framed to undergo unkindly shocks, Or to be trailed along the soiling earth-- A gem that glitters while it lives.

Next a lover--with a dream 'Neath his waking eyelids hidden, And a frequent sigh unbidden, And an idlesse all the day, And a silence that is made Of a word he dares not say.

Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou eye among the blind: Thou over whom thy immortality Br...

I said that I was dying. God is good: The heavens grow darker as they grow the purer; And both as we do near them; so near death The soul grows darker and diviner hourly.

And Margaret rested that night, for the first time since the evening when exhausted Nature had failed utterly and she had slept at the foot of her lost child's bed. There was a...

Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human mysteries, And trod on silk, as if the winds Blew his own praises in his eyes, And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of f...

I am digging my warm heart Till I find its coldest part; I am digging wide and low, Further than a spade can go, Till that, when the pit is deep And large enough, I there may he...

Maurice Grey had at last been successful in his weary seeking after loneliness. Whether he had gained happiness thereby is scarcely so easy to say; certainly his surroundings co...

Maurice Grey sat in his little chalet alone; no friend was near to catch the outflowings of his heart--no watcher, not even a faithful servant, to note the changes that followed...

Autumn had fallen upon the little village by the seaside where Margaret was waiting and hoping and longing, with still no tidings, or but very scant ones, of her lost. She and A...

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth, her deathbed, in a shroud of leaves dead,...

Margaret's business in London was over. The more she thought about her visit to Mr. Robinson, the more certain she felt that her affairs were in capable hands, and that her mone...

Digging thine heart and throwing Away its childhood's gold, That so its woman-depth might hold His spirit's overflowing? (For surging souls no worlds can bound Their channel in...

Oh, trust me, never fell By love a spirit or earthly or of heaven: Rather by love they are regenerate. Love is the happy privilege of mind-- Love is the reason of all living thi...

Arthur's instinct had not erred. There was something more than the recovery of what she valued that made the sudden reappearance of her scarf a matter of great moment to Mrs. Gr...

Miss Churchill was not allowed to indulge long in the luxury of solitude. Her mother had scarcely left her before there was a well-known knock at the hall door, followed after a...

Mr. Robinson had not forgotten Mrs. Grey, nor the little business which she had confided to him. With his usual tact and judgment he had secured his bird, the bird in this case...

Lights were glittering in the hotel at Grindelwald--something more than the paltry allowance of which Arthur had feelingly complained was being displayed, for, late as it was in...

Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead, Night's ghosts and dreams have now departed: Thine own soul still...

"Let us look at the matter in this light, Mrs. Grey." The speaker was Mr. Robinson, and his tone was particularly lively. "Your husband has cause, fancied or real--for the sake...

Very young men are not, as a rule, passionate admirers of the fair sex. They like to be flattered and caressed by women, they delight in imaginary conquests, treating the sex ge...

The woman who loves should indeed Be the friend of the man that she loves. She should heed Not her selfish and often mistaken desires, But his interest whose fate her own intere...

We left her on the sea-shore, the wide ocean before her, the cool sands around her, with a white face and quivering nerves, and a heart that was sick with aching. For the interv...

A few hours later, and Arthur Forrest was lodged for the night in an hotel which looked out upon one of the quaint, old-fashioned streets in the ancient city of York.

Arthur Forrest was certainly developing a taste for art--not at all a bad taste, his friends said one to the other, for a young man who had amply sufficient to live upon. It wou...

The speaker was a comely, elderly lady who had sailed, in the full magnificence of brocade and lace, into the dining-room of her handsome house. A substantial lunch was on the t...

She seemed to be all nature, And all varieties of things in one; Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise All light and laughter in the morning; fear No petty customs nor...

The sultry afternoon was closed by a stormy evening. As Arthur and Adele sat together in the library--for Mrs. Churchill, who was herself at a large dinner-party, had been graci...

Mr. Robinson was virtuously indignant and highly incensed at the turn matters had taken. He talked loudly at home and among his religious friends--who were accustomed to small r...

Jane Rodgers had discussed the bacon, and, as she was a tidy woman, the plate was put carefully aside for washing while she ruminated quietly over her last cup of tea--a particu...

There was a woman, beautiful as morning, Sitting beneath the rocks upon the sand Of the waste sea--fair as one flower adorning An icy wilderness--each delicate hand Lay crossed...

A change. From the shores of the gray British seas to those of the grayer Baltic--from the yellow sands and purple moors of Yorkshire to the wellnigh boundless forests and plain...

And I loved her--loved her, certes, As I loved all heavenly objects, with uplifted eyes and hands-- As I loved pure inspiration, loved the Graces, loved the Virtues, In a love c...

Sympathy Must call her in love's name, and then, I know, She rises up and brightens as she should, And lights her smile for comfort, and is slow In nothing of high-hearted forti...

Everything was ready in Margaret's room--warm blankets, steaming cans of water, hot fomentations, cordials of many a different kind--for her nurses were afraid that the unconsci...

But what time through the heart and through the brain God hath transfixed us, we, so moved before, Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain, We anchor in deep waters, s...

On the day succeeding that of the interview between Margaret and her solicitor, Arthur Forrest was preparing in his chambers for a short absence from town. The memorable convers...

This world is the nurse of all we know, This world is the mother of all we feel, And the coming of death is a fearful blow To a brain unencompassed with nerves of steel.

Margaret Grey was sitting in her garden. It was a warm day. A faint haze, born of the vapor, paled the deep blue of the sky; not a breath of wind stirred the languid foliage of...

And so Arthur Forrest's little love-dream was dispelled. In Margaret's presence, with her calm, saddened beauty before him, her gentle words in his ears, he had not seemed to fe...

She came out at last. Arthur saw her, and began with feverish anxiety to trace every line of her face and form. Her veil was thrown back, he noticed that, and even while he did...

A few days later and the wilds of Courland were given up, as far as Maurice Grey was concerned, to the animals that ranged them; he was in St. Petersburg, installed as a welcome...

It was an awful moment for the bewildered landlady. The wildness of the night, the mystery of that empty room, the violence of the disappointed man, brought vividly to her mind...

The language in which Margaret condemned Jane Rodgers's conduct to her daughter was not very bitter, but it was effective. She would listen to no excuses, no recapitulation of t...

Margaret awoke early the next morning. It was a sad waking. For the first moment she could have wished to shut her eyes again, never to open them more in this world. Life looked...