English fiction -- 19th century
Is there one--the veriest citizen of the world though he may be--who has not felt a sudden chill seize upon his energies, a blight fall as it were upon his faculties, when in the varied changes of his chequered life, he has found himself amid scenes to which he alone is strang...
Is there one--the veriest citizen of the world though he may be--who has not felt a sudden chill seize upon his energies, a blight fall as it were upon his faculties, when in th...
2. CHAPTER II.Then dress, then dinner, then awakes the world! Then glare the lamps, then whirl the wheels, then roar Through street and square fast flashing chariots hurl’d Like harnessed met...
3. CHAPTER III.Lucy had been very much admired by all to whom Mrs. Tudor had introduced her. A sweet smile, gentle manners, and the absence of any kind of pretension, are quite enough to be su...
4. CHAPTER IV.That strain again--It had a dying fall; O it came o’er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough--no more-- ’Tis not so...
5. CHAPTER V.“No! YOU said I was ill; and I did not contradict you, because you tell me that in the world, as you call it, it is not always right to give the real reason for what we do; and...
6. CHAPTER VI.And looking stedfastly at her, she sighed, As if she pitied her for being there, A pretty stranger without friend or guide, And all abash’d, too, at the general stare. BYRON.
7. CHAPTER VII.Castleton was much vexed at the danger which Lucy had incurred, of discovering all that he most wished to conceal; but she seemed to have suffered so much herself, from her impr...
8. CHAPTER VIII.It was with feelings of satisfaction, utterly unmixed with regret, that Lucy found herself once more cutting her way through that dense mass, which is made up of strings of carr...
9. CHAPTER IX.There’s not an hour Of day or dreaming night, but I am with thee; There’s not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon, But in its hues or...
10. CHAPTER X.For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but, being lacked and lost, Why then we rack the value. SHAKSPEARE.
11. CHAPTER XI.This may be Nature: when our friends we lose, Our altered feelings alter to our views; What in their tempers teazed us, or distressed, Is with our anger, and the dead, at rest....
12. CHAPTER XII.She is back again in her sunny home, And thick and fast the beatings come Of that young heart, as ’round she sees The same sweet flowers, the same old trees. It is her home, but...
13. CHAPTER XIII.And if there be a human tear, From passion’s dross refined and clear-- A tear so tempered and so meek That would not stain an angel’s cheek-- ’Tis that which tender fathers shed...
14. CHAPTER XIV.Castleton, for the first few days at Sandford, led a listless, lounging, watering-place kind of life. Lady Gayland was not yet come; nor did he, among the many casual acquaintan...
15. CHAPTER XV.For several virtues Have I liked several women. Never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil. But you,...
16. CHAPTER XVI.The evening, which was pronounced odious by the loungers at Sandford, closed in dark and louring over the little vessel still far distant from that port which she was endeavouri...
17. CHAPTER XVII.Was it her corpse that he bore for miles, When he gladly dreamt of her grateful smiles? Silently, as he bore her on, Her soul from its gentle frame has gone, And never on earth...