Lodore, Vol. 3 (of 3)

On the same day Mr. and Mrs. Villiers left their sad dwelling to take possession of lady Lodore's house. The generosity and kindness of her mother, such as it appeared, though s...

Mrs. Elizabeth Fitzhenry was not herself aware of all that Lady Lodore had suffered, or the extent of her sacrifices. She guessed darkly at them, but it was the detail that rend...

The music Of man's fair composition best accords, When 'tis in consort, not in single strains: My heart has been untuned these many months, Wanting her presence, in whose equal...

Like gentle rains on the dry plains, Making that green which late was grey; Or like the sudden moon, that stains Some gloomy chamber's window panes, With a broad light like day.

The world had just begun to steal Each hope that led me lightly on, I felt not as I used to feel, And life grew dark and love was gone.

On the following morning Mrs. Elizabeth Fitzhenry drove to the Vale of Bewling. It was the last day of February. The March winds were hushed as yet; the breezes were balmy, the...

It is the same, for be it joy or sorrow. The path of its departure still is free; Man's yesterday can ne'er be like his morrow, Nor aught endure save mutability.

I am not One who much or oft delights To season my Friends with personal talk,-- Of Friends who live within an easy walk, Or Neighbours, daily, weekly in my sight. And, for my c...

The darker months of winter had passed away, and the chilly, blighting English spring begun. Towards the end of March Lady Lodore came to town. She had long ago, in her days of...

_Marian._ Could you so long be absent? _Robin._ What a week? Was that so long? _Marian._ How long are lovers' weeks, Do you think, Robin, when they are asunder? Are they not pri...

The glow of enthusiasm and gladness, thus kindled in her soul, faded slowly as the sun descended; and human tenderness returned in full tide upon her. She longed for Edward to s...

. . . . . . Think but whither Now you can go; what you can do to live; How near you have barred all ports to your own succour. Except this one that here I open, love.

Uncertain what to do, Villiers had hastily determined that they should take up their abode at a little inn near Brixton, to wait till Thursday. He did not know the place except...

Never before had the elegant and fastidious Lady Lodore entered such an abode, or ascended such stairs. The servant had told her to enter the room at the head of the first fligh...

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then, despite of space, I would be brought, From limits far remote, where thou dos...

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two that are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, an...

The week passed on. It was the month of January, and very cold. A black frost bound up every thing with ice, and the piercing air congealed the very blood. Each day Ethel went t...

While it was yet too early for visitors, and before she had ordered herself to be denied to every one, as she intended to do, she was surprised by a double knock at the door, an...

alternate hot and shivering fits, and by a feeling of sickness. When morning dawned, it was worse. She grew impatient--she rose. She had arranged that her servant should quit he...