Category: Historical Novels

The Actress in High Life An Episode in Winter Quarters

I was a traveler, then, upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy, I heard the woods and distant waters roar, Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ. My old remembrances went from me wholly, And all the ways of men so vain a...

Chapters

18. Chapter 18

"Here on the clear, cold Ezla's breezy side, My hand amidst her ringlets wont to rove; She proffered now the lock, and now denied-- With all the baby playfulness of love.

15. Chapter 15

"Where Lusitania and her sister meet, Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide? Or ere the jealous queens of nations greet, Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide? Or dark Sierr...

11. Chapter 11

Led with delight they thus beguile the way * * * * When weening to return whence they did stray, They cannot find that path, which first was showne, But wander to and fro in way...

7. Chapter 7

Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veine in swiche licour, Of which vertue engendred is the flour; Whan Zeph...

13. Chapter 13

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like wi...

17. Chapter 17

Sir Rowland Hill had sent L'Isle off to the southward, to ascertain the strength and condition of the reserve of Spanish troops moving up from Andalusia. One might think that th...

20. Chapter 20

Ralph.--Help down with the hangings. Roger.--By and by, Ralph. I am making up the trunks here. Ralph.--Who looks to my lady's wardrobe? Humphrey! Down with the boxes in the gall...

10. Chapter 10

Tell me, recluse Monastic, can it be A disadvantage to thy beams to shine? A thousand tapers may gain light from thee: Is thy light less or worse for lighting mine? If, wanting...

14. Chapter 14

It snowed in his house of meat and drink, Of all dainties that men could of think; After the sundry seasons of the year, So changed he his meat and soupere. Full many a fat patr...

3. Chapter 3

You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance; authentic in your place and person, and generally allowed for your many warlike, courtlike,...

2. Chapter 2

The arrival of Lady Mabel Stewart was a god-send to the young officers of the brigade. Already the sources of interest afforded by the country around, began to fail them. Few me...

6. Chapter 6

For thee my borders nurse the fragrant wreath, My fountain murmurs and my zephyrs breathe; Slow glides the painted snail, the gilded fly Smooths his fine down to charm thy curio...

4. Chapter 4

The next morning Colonel L'Isle was seated in his room, wrapped in his cloak, with a _brasero_ filled with wood embers at his feet; for it was one of those windy, chilly days, n...

9. Chapter 9

When at morn the muleteer, With early call announces day, Sorrowing that early call I hear That scares the visions of delight away; For dear to me the silent hour, When sleep ex...

5. Chapter 5

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudence, learned w...

19. Chapter 19

_Don Pedro_.--By this light he changes more and more. I think he be angry, indeed. _Claudio_.--If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. _Benedict_.--Shall I speak a word in yo...

1. Chapter 1

I was a traveler, then, upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy, I heard the woods and distant waters roar, Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant se...

12. Chapter 12

First, for thy bees a quiet station find, And lodge them under covert from the wind; For winds, when homeward they return, will drive The loaded carriers from their evening hive...

16. Chapter 16

From the east to western Ind, No jewel is like Rosalind, Her worth being mounted on the wind, Through all the world bears Rosalind, All the pictures fairest lined, Are but black...

8. Chapter 8

When late arriving at our inn of rest, Whose roof exposed to many a winter sky, Half shelters from the wind the shivering guest, By the pale lamp's dreary gloom I mark the miser...