The old vicarage

“Children’s voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother’s ear; Children’s voices wild with pain, Surely she will come again; Call her once, and come away!” THE FORSAKEN M...

“Blowing between the stems, the forest air Had loosened the brown curls of Vivian’s hair, Which played o’er her flushed cheeks; and her blue eyes Sparkled with mocking glee and...

Sybil’s lessons, the next Monday morning, were much disturbed by sundry dreams and visions; she was possessed with the idea that Mr. Huyton would drive over in his beautiful car...

Mr. Huyton, it may be presumed, did not know that Hilary gave him so small a part in her thoughts, or he probably would not have acted as he did on that very day. However, I wil...

“I can not allow this; you must not suppose that if my father knew what has passed, he would act as he does now. He would see as plainly as I do, the impropriety of my undertaki...

“But in the world, I learnt, what there Thou too wilt surely one day prove―― That will, that energy, though rare, Are yet far, far less rare than love.” ARNOLD.

“What lady is this, whose silken attire Gleams so rich by the light of the fire? The ringlets on her shoulder lying, In their flitting luster vying With the clasp of burnished g...

Charles Huyton kept his word, and came over in the morning, as he had promised, to see Maurice. There was not much doing in the way of study, or regular employment, that day; ev...

Victoria was fortunate in her arrangements. The weather, that great object of interest, because of uncertainty, in our island, beginning with a little hesitation, settled into b...

“What! thou think’st men speak in courtly chambers, Words by which the wretched are consoled? What! thou think’st this aching brow was cooler, Circled, Tristram, by a crown of g...

――――――――――――“Let their hands Tremble, and their cheeks be flame As they feel the fatal bands Of love they dare not name, With a wild delicious pain, Twine about their hearts.” T...

“Ah, on which, if both our lots were balanced, Was, indeed, the heaviest burthen thrown? Thou a weeping exile in thy forest, I a smiling queen upon my throne.” ISEULT.

“She moves slow; her voice alone Has yet an infantine and silver tone. But even that comes languidly: in truth, She seems one dying in the mask of youth.” ISEULT OF BRITTANY.

“You ‘never loved me!’――No, you never knew―― You with youth’s dews yet glittering on your soul―― What ’tis to _love_. Slow, drop by drop, to pour Our life’s whole essence perfum...

“When I was young, my lover stole One of my ringlets fair; I wept, ‘Ah no, those always part, Who, having once changed heart for heart, Change also locks of hair.’” ANONYMOUS.

“Her moods, good lack! they pass like show’rs. But yesternight, and she would be As pale and still as wither’d flow’rs; And now to-night she laughs and speaks, And has a color i...

“In the woods where the gleams play On the grass under the trees, Passing the long summer’s day Idly as a mossy stone, In the forest depths.” TRISTRAM AND ISEULT.

Mr. Barham and his daughters were in London at this time, and a few days after the Duncans’ arrival, Hilary and Sybil went together to call on them. The girls were very cordial...

The day after the excursion to Woolwich, Charles Huyton had left London for a short time. Perhaps had he been still in town, Isabel Barham would not have so readily engaged to a...

“Let her have her proud dark eyes, And her petulant, quick replies; Let her sweep her dazzling hand, With its gesture of command, And shake back her raven hair, With the old imp...

“Chill blows the wind, the pleasaunce walks are drear, Madcap, what jest was this to meet me here! Were feet like those made for so wild a way? The southern chamber had been, by...

She saw, by the glow in Gwyneth’s eyes, and the deadly whiteness of her cheeks, which looked like marble by lamplight, that something had occurred to stir her feelings. Gwyneth...

“Hear the loud alarum bells―― Brazen bells! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night, How they scream out their affright! Too much horrifie...

The feelings which may be clothed in words of earth, and the love which can be depicted by mortal language, must be shallow, light, and transient at the best. Those to whom love...

“And she is happy? does she see unmoved The days in which she might have lived and loved Slip without bringing bliss slowly away, One after one, to-morrow like to-day?” ISEULT O...