Category: Poetry

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 4, October 1852

Rarely does the sun shine upon a lovelier spot than the small, secluded town of Riverdale. Shut in between high hills, that served to screen it also from the bleak north winds, it seemed to embrace within its narrow limits every element of beauty; and though from its retired s...

Chapters

9. CHAPTER II.

The Emperor Henry IV. of Germany, the husband of the falsely accused empress, was one of the bravest and most unfortunate princes who ever sat upon a throne. He had succeeded hi...

8. CHAPTER II.

The next morning saw Richard at the bookseller’s door, full ten minutes before the appointed time. Around his slender throat was the promised handkerchief; and there was an air...

5. CHAPTER V.

It was early in June, 1660, that in one of the oldest settlements of the New England colony, quite a large number of persons were assembled in the best room the town afforded, t...

4. CHAPTER IV.

“Oh! her smile—it seems half holy, As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are; And if any painter drew her, He would paint her unaware, With a halo round he...

1. CHAPTER I.

Rarely does the sun shine upon a lovelier spot than the small, secluded town of Riverdale. Shut in between high hills, that served to screen it also from the bleak north winds,...

2. CHAPTER II.

And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne’er might be repeated, who could guess If ever more should meet these mut...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Let us now transport ourselves to a large and luxurious apartment in one of England’s stateliest mansions. It was dusk, but there was no light in the room save the flickering an...

6. CHAPTER VI.

“The deepest sorrow that stern fate can bring In all her catalogue of suffering, To love, adore, and be beloved again; To know between you lies a gulf that ever Your forms, your...

3. CHAPTER III.

“Your house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold, Basins and ewers, to lave your dainty hands, Your hangings all of Tyrian tapestry.” Taming of the Shrew.