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The Lady Of Blossholme - Chapter 6. Emlyn's Curse The Lady Of Blossholme - Chapter 6. Emlyn's Curse

The Lady Of Blossholme - Chapter 6. Emlyn's Curse
CHAPTER VI. EMLYN'S CURSEJust before the wild dawn broke on the morrow of the burning of the Towers, a corpse, roughly shrouded, was borne from the village into the churchyard of Cranwell a shallow grave had been dug for its last home."Whom do we bury in such haste?" asked the tall Thomas Bolle, who had delved the grave alone in the dark, for his orders were urgent, and the sexton was fled away from these tumults."That man of blood, Sir Christopher Harflete, who has caused us so much loss," said... Long Stories - Post by : Truman - Author : H. Rider Haggard - Read : 1268

Montezuma's Daughter - Chapter 10. The Passing Of Isabella De Siguenza Montezuma's Daughter - Chapter 10. The Passing Of Isabella De Siguenza

Montezuma's Daughter - Chapter 10. The Passing Of Isabella De Siguenza
CHAPTER X. THE PASSING OF ISABELLA DE SIGUENZASilently we went down the long passage, and as we went I saw the eyes of the dwellers in this living tomb watch us pass through the gratings of their cell doors. Little wonder that the woman about to die had striven to escape from such a home back to the world of life and love! Yet for that crime she must perish. Surely God will remember the doings of such men as these priests, and the nation that fosters them. And, in deed, He does remember, for where... Long Stories - Post by : ow24160 - Author : H. Rider Haggard - Read : 1334

A First Family Of Tasajara - Chapter 7 A First Family Of Tasajara - Chapter 7

A First Family Of Tasajara - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIMr. Daniel Harcourt's town mansion was also on an eminence, but it was that gentler acclivity of fashion known as Rincon Hill, and sunned itself on a southern slope of luxury. It had been described as "princely" and "fairy-like," by a grateful reporter; tourists and travelers had sung its praises in letters to their friends and in private reminiscences, for it had dispensed hospitality to most of the celebrities who had visited the coast. Nevertheless its charm was mainly due to the ruling... Long Stories - Post by : cclittle - Author : Bret Harte - Read : 988

Self-congratulation Self-congratulation

Self-congratulation
Ellen, you were thoughtless onceOf beauty or of grace,Simple and homely in attire,Careless of form and face;Then whence this change? and wherefore nowSo often smoothe your hair?And wherefore deck your youthful formWith such unwearied care?Tell us, and cease to tire our earsWith that familiar strain;Why will you play those simple tunesSo often o'er again?"Indeed, dear friends, I can but sayThat childhood's thoughts are gone;Each year its own new feelings brings,And years move swiftly on:"And for these... Poems - Post by : ebookwow - Author : Anne Bronte - Read : 3277

When I Roved A Young Highlander When I Roved A Young Highlander

When I Roved A Young Highlander
1. When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath, And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven of snow! (1) To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath, Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below; (2) Untutor'd by science, a stranger to fear, And rude as the rocks my infancy grew, No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear; Need I say, my sweet Mary, (3) 'twas centred in you?2. Yet it could not be Love, for I knew not the name,-- What passion can dwell in the heart of... Poems - Post by : OnlineBooks - Author : Lord Byron - Read : 1486

Morning Lament Morning Lament

Morning Lament
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden,Tell me what great sin have I committed,That thou keep'st me to the rack thus fasten'd,That thou hast thy solemn promise broken?'Twas but yestere'en that thou with fondnessPress'd my hand, and these sweet accents murmured:"Yes, I'll come, I'll come when morn approacheth,Come, my friend, full surely to thy chamber."On the latch I left my doors, unfasten'd,Having first with care tried all the hinges,And rejoic'd right well to find they creak'd not.What a night of... Poems - Post by : IPflyer - Author : Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe - Read : 2981

Who'll Buy Gods Of Love? Who'll Buy Gods Of Love?

Who'll Buy Gods Of Love?
OF all the beauteous waresExposed for sale at fairs,None will give more delightThan those that to your sightFrom distant lands we bring.Oh, hark to what we sing!These beauteous birds behold,They're brought here to be sold.And first the big one see,So full of roguish glee!With light and merry boundHe leaps upon the ground;Then springs up on the bougd,We will not praise him now.The merry bird behold,--He's brought here to be sold.And now the small one see!A modest look has he,And yet he's such apotherAs... Poems - Post by : chrisb - Author : Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe - Read : 1313

Know You The River Near To Grez Know You The River Near To Grez

Know You The River Near To Grez
KNOW you the river near to Grez,A river deep and clear?Among the lilies all the way,That ancient river runs to-dayFrom snowy weir to weir.Old as the Rhine of great renown,She hurries clear and fast,She runs amain by field and townFrom south to north, from up to down,To present on from past.The love I hold was borne by her;And now, though far away,My lonely spirit hears the stirOf water round the starling spurBeside the bridge at Grez.So may that love forever holdIn life an equal pace;So may that... Poems - Post by : Lenny_Eng - Author : Robert Louis Stevenson - Read : 2625

On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday

On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday
4th November 1793.Old Winter, with his frosty beard,Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:"What have I done of all the year,To bear this hated doom severe?My cheerless suns no pleasure know;Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow;My dismal months no joys are crowning,But spleeny English hanging, drowning."Now Jove, for once be mighty civil.To counterbalance all this evil;Give me, and I've no more to say,Give me Maria's natal day!That brilliant gift shall so enrich me,Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot... Poems - Post by : CharlesWest - Author : Robert Burns - Read : 568

To A Cape Ann Schooner To A Cape Ann Schooner

To A Cape Ann Schooner
Luck to the craft that bears this name of mine,Good fortune follow with her golden spoonThe glazed hat and tarry pantaloon;And wheresoe'er her keel shall cut the brine,Cod, hake and haddock quarrel for her line.Shipped with her crew, whatever wind may blow,Or tides delay, my wish with her shall go,Fishing by proxy. Would that it might showAt need her course, in lack of sun and star,Where icebergs threaten, and the sharp reefs are;Lift the blind fog on Anticosti's leeAnd Avalon's rock; make populous... Poems - Post by : Conley - Author : John Greenleaf Whittier - Read : 410

The Pathway Of Rivers The Pathway Of Rivers

The Pathway Of Rivers
The rivers of God are full of water,They are wonderful in the renewal of their strength,He poureth them out from a hidden fountain.They are born among the hills in the high places,Their cradle is in the bosom of the rocks,The mountain is their mother and the forest is their father.They are nourished among the long grasses,They receive the tribute of a thousand springs,The rain and the snow provide their inheritance.They are glad to be gone from their birthplace,With a joyful noise they hasten away,They... Poems - Post by : petertaylor - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1704

The Glory Of Ruins The Glory Of Ruins

The Glory Of Ruins
The lizard rested on the rock while I sat among the ruins,And the pride of man was like a vision of the night.Lo, the lords of the city have disappeared into darkness,The ancient wilderness hath swallowed up all their work.There is nothing left of the city but a heap of fragments;The bones of a vessel broken by the storm.Behold the waves of the desert wait hungrily for man's dwellings,And the tides of desolation return upon his toil.All that he hath painfully built up is shaken down in a moment,The... Poems - Post by : HSPost - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2615

The Adventures Of Peter Pan (peter Pan And Wendy) - Chapter 8 - The Mermaid's Lagoon The Adventures Of Peter Pan (peter Pan And Wendy) - Chapter 8 - The Mermaid's Lagoon

The Adventures Of Peter Pan (peter Pan And Wendy) - Chapter 8 - The Mermaid's Lagoon
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.The... Long Stories - Post by : acstanfieldent - Author : James Matthew Barrie - Read : 2070

She, To Him--iii She, To Him--iii

She, To Him--iii
I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will!And Death shall choose me with a wondering eyeThat he did not discern and domicileOne his by right ever since that last Good-bye!I have no care for friends, or kin, or primeOf manhood who deal gently with me here;Amid the happy people of my timeWho work their love's fulfilment, I appearNumb as a vane that cankers on its point,True to the wind that kissed ere canker came;Despised by souls of Now, who would disjointThe mind from memory, and make Life all aim,My... Poems - Post by : dkingsbury - Author : Thomas Hardy - Read : 2540

War And Peace - Book Six 1808-10 - Chapter 9 War And Peace - Book Six 1808-10 - Chapter 9

War And Peace - Book Six 1808-10 - Chapter 9
At that time, as always happens, the highest society that met atcourt and at the grand balls was divided into several circles, eachwith its own particular tone. The largest of these was the Frenchcircle of the Napoleonic alliance, the circle of Count Rumyantsevand Caulaincourt. In this group Helene, as soon as she had settledin Petersburg with her husband, took a very prominent place. She wasvisited by the members of the French embassy and by many belongingto that circle and noted for their intellect... Long Stories - Post by : REDBONE - Author : Leo Tolstoy - Read : 1734

The Hermit The Hermit

The Hermit
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars full as weak: I'm not by Envy moved these truths to speak. Have you a sister, daughter, pretty wife? Beware the monks as you would guard your life; If in their snares a simple belle be caught: The trap succeeds: to ruin she is brought. To show that monks are knaves in Virtue's mask; Pray read my tale:--no other proof I ask. A HERMIT, full of youth, was thought around, A saint, and worthy of... Poems - Post by : pedro - Author : Jean De La Fontaine - Read : 3312

The Rhemese The Rhemese

The Rhemese
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule * and delicious wine, Which ev'ry one regards as most divine, We'll set apart, and other objects take: The beauties round a paradise might make! I mean not tow'rs nor churches, gates, nor streets; But charming belles with soft enchanting sweets: Such oft among the fair Rhemese we view: Kings might be proud those graces to pursue. ONE 'mong these belles had to the altar led, A painter, much esteemed, and... Poems - Post by : avatar - Author : Jean De La Fontaine - Read : 2900

My Eyes Make Pictures My Eyes Make Pictures

My Eyes Make Pictures
"My eyes make pictures, when they are shut." COLERIDGE.Fair morn, I bring my greeting To lofty skies, and pale,Save where cloud-shreds are fleeting Before the driving gale,The weary branches tossing, Careless of autumn's grief,Shadow and sunlight crossing On each earth-spotted leaf.I will escape their grieving; And so I close my eyes,And see the light boat heaving Where the billows fall and rise;I see the sunlight glancing Upon its silvery sail,Where a youth's wild heart is dancing, And a maiden... Poems - Post by : bannerca - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 2742

The Ballad Of Melicertes The Ballad Of Melicertes

The Ballad Of Melicertes
IN MEMORY OF THEODORE DE BANVILLE Death, a light outshining life, bids heaven resume Star by star the souls whose light made earth divine. Death, a night outshining day, sees burn and bloom Flower by flower, and sun by sun, the fames that shine Deathless, higher than life beheld their sovereign sign. Dead Simonides of Ceos, late restored, Given again of God, again by man deplored, Shone but yestereve, a glory frail as breath. Frail? But fame's breath quickens, kindles, keeps in ward, Life so sweet... Poems - Post by : webbie - Author : Algernon Charles Swinburne - Read : 2424

The Owl And The Bell The Owl And The Bell

The Owl And The Bell
_Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!_Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a twilight of ivy, cool and green;With his _Bing, Bing, Bim, Bing, Bang, Bome!_Singing bass to himself in his house at home.Said the Owl, on a shadowy ledge below,Like a glimmering ball of forgotten snow,"Pest on that fellow sitting up there,Always calling the people to prayer!He shatters my nerves with his _Bing, Bang, Bome!_---Far too big in his house at home!"I think I will move.--But... Poems - Post by : Jeff_M - Author : George Macdonald - Read : 878