Ellen Middleton—A Tale

"What thousand voices pass through all the rooms, What cries and hurries! ........................................ My cousin's death sits heavy on my conscience; hark! ............

"Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me when every noise appals me; What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean f...

In virgin fearlessness, with step that seemed Caught from the pressure of elastic turf Upon the mountains, gemmed with morning dew, In the prime morn of sweetest scents and airs...

"How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immo...

But ever and anon of griefs subdued, There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued; And slight withal may be the things which bring...

"Yes, deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide; Quick let the melting eye forget The tears that in the heart abide. ...................... Thus oft the m...

Turn to the watery world; but who to thee (A wonder yet unviewed) shall paint the sea! Various and vast, sublime in all its forms, When lulled by zephyrs, or when roused by stor...

My journey back to Elmsley was everyway a very different one from that which I had made from it a month before. The weather was cold and windy, and the absence of sunshine made...

"Dans le sein du bonheur que son ame desire, Pres d'an amant qu'elle aime et qui brule a ses pieds, Ses yeux remplis d'amour, de larmes sont noyes." ...............................

The next morning, after breakfast, I asked Mrs. Middleton what were her plans for the day. She told me she had got a note from Henry after I had gone to bed the evening before,...

What course was I to pursue? Should I take the first opportunity that would offer of approaching Henry, and, by charging him solemnly to tell me at once the meaning of his hints...

When I behold a genius bright and base, Of towering talents, and terrestrial alms, Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, The glorious fragments of a soul immortal With...

"But there where I have garnered up my heart, Where cither I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from which my current runs Or else dries up--To be discarded thence!"

Mark where she smiles with amiable cheer, And tell me, whereto can ye liken it? When on each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in shade to sit, Liketh, it seemeth in...

One morning, after we had been a few days at Hampstead, I felt the greatest wish to slip quietly out of the house and stroll about alone for an hour or two. I had been in the ha...

The tedious hours of the two next days dragged on their weary length through the ordinary course of meals, walks, idle occupation, and unprofitable talk. Everything jarred upon...

"Too high, too grave, too largo, too deep, Her love could neither laugh nor sleep, And thus it tired him: his desire Was for a less consuming fire. He wished that she should lov...

"'T is done **** the fatal vow Has passed my lips! Methought in those sad moments, The tombs around, the saints, the darkened altar And all the trembling shrines with horror sho...

equivocation or deceit, would banish me from his heart, and overwhelm me with his just anger. But it was _too late_, I said to myself--too late to retract, too late to think. I...

"O how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the scene, And by and by a cloud takes all away."

"For now I stand as one upon a rock, Environed with a wilderness of sea, Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever, when some curious surge Will, in his brinis...

"There was a laughing devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell."

"I know not what I said; I've said too much unless I could speak all. * * * * * * * * * * * * ****** You've raised the storm Will sever us for ever ****** The rugged hand of fat...

"Oh there's a fatal story to be told, Be deaf to that as Heaven has been to me. * * * * * * * * * * * * How wilt thou curse thy fond believing heart, Tear me from the warm bosom...

"So the struck deer, the arrow at his heart, Lies down to die in some sequestered part; There stretched unseen, in coverts hid from day, Bleeds drop by drop, and pants his life...