Category: Novels
"What was it that I loved so well about my childhood's home? It was the wide and wave-lashed shore, the black rocks crowned with foam! It was the sea-gull's flapping wing, all trackless in its flight, Its screaming note, that welcomed on the fierce and stormy night! The wild h...
"Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile Is mirrored on my dreams, Like evening's sunset girded isle, Upon her shadowed streams; And o'er my thoughts thy vision floats, Like melody o...
8. Chapter 8"And she was one on whom to fix my heart, To sit beside me when my thoughts are sad, And by her tender playfulness impart Some of her pure joy to me."
9. Chapter 9"That one so formed in mind and charms to grace, The brightest scenes of life, should have her seat In the shadow of a cloud; and yet 'tis weakness. The angels watch the good an...
11. Chapter 11Time wore heavily on with Winnie Santon, after Natalie had left them. Left as she was, much in her unnatural mother's society, who seemed to be never more pleased than when she...
6. Chapter 6It is a destiny, that every life be, to a greater or less degree, fraught with that heart-purifying element, which we term sorrow. And who would have it otherwise? Who would gli...
5. Chapter 5As the dews of heaven fall gently, lulling the flowers to rest, so did the low, clear voice of the Sea-flower soothe the weary spirits of Mrs. Grosvenor, as she read from the ev...
3. Chapter 3"Ah! Well may sages bow to thee, Dear, loving, guileless Infancy! And sigh beside their lofty lore For one untaught delight of thine; And feel they'd give their learning's store...
7. Chapter 7"'Mid pleasures and palaces, where'er we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which, seek through the worl...
4. Chapter 4"Och, sure, mem, and it's meself that's afther a thinking that we shall be raching good ould Ireland, from the ither side of this great Ameriky, if we kape on."
1. Chapter 1"What was it that I loved so well about my childhood's home? It was the wide and wave-lashed shore, the black rocks crowned with foam! It was the sea-gull's flapping wing, all t...
2. Chapter 2"Long may this ocean-gem be bright, And long may it be fair, In Freedom's pure and blessed light, And Virtue's hallowed air! While still across its ocean bound, Shall e'er be bo...
12. Chapter 12A lone man walks the shores of Nantucket; his noble form is slightly bent, and with the raven of his hair is blended the faintest tinge of gray, though he is evidently a man to...