I believe – I daily find it proved – that we can get nothing in this world worth keeping, not so much as a principle or a conviction, except out of purifying flame, or through...

An extraordinary dream by lord charles wellesley. (Charlotte Bronte)’In this slumber i thought i was walking on the banks of a river… Which murmered over small pebbles at the bottom, gleaming like crystals through the...

Endurance over-goaded, stretched the hand of fraternity to sedition.

Whatever my powers–feminine or the contrary–God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal.

Where my soul went during that swoon I cannot tell. Whatever she saw, or wherever she travelled in her trance on that strange night she kept her own secret; never whispering a word to Memory,...