All cruelty and passion must burn away at last to leave behind them only pity.
If no love is, ah God, what feel I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he?
I guess every disaster, every tragedy in the world, my lad, is caused by someone’s selfishness and refusal to recognize the rights of others.
You’ve read some of my stuff? he asked eagerly, adding with bitterness, ‘The Raven,’ I suppose. Such fame as I have appears to rest entirely on the plumage of that gloomy bird.
Wat was a man of action, and his mind darted to practical matters.
My lord - the Duke of Lancaster does not wed his paramour, and one of common stock - how could the King countenance this?Well, he has, said John dryly. Richard at present would countenance far more th...
Richard looked at the bow-tips that twinkled in the sun, the arrows being slowly notched and pointing down the field at him. He flung his head back and dug the golden spurs of knighthood into his hors...
Presently comfort came to him, and he thought the she had always given him of her strength though he had never quite realised it until now.Glory had passed him by; fame too perhaps would not endure; i...
The house of fame, he thought, is built on melting ice, not steel, and rumbles ever with a sound of rumors, while the goddess of fame is as false and capricious as her sister—Fortune.
The house of fame, he thought, is built on melting ice, not steel...
Miranda was shocked to hear Nicholas speak of slavery in glowing terms, as an efficient agricultural system. This wasn't the South! Yet as she surveyed her employer's strong dark profile in secret fro...
To be ME, Merewyn. These
I have of sorrow so great wound That joy get I never none, Now that I see my lady bright, That I have loved with all my might, Is from me dead, and is agone. Alas, Death, what aileth thee, That thou s...
He was all sin and mystery, and Miranda feared the pleasures he offered as she feared the fires of hell. Yet when she succumbed at last, it was not because her body was weak but because her mind was c...
But I’m not repentant! The Duke’s voice rose suddenly high and passionate. I love the woman—she is my life—all my bliss.
Her body consented willingly to all that her soul found most abhorrent. As Nicholas had promised, there was a hellish delight in knowing she was damned.
Elizabeth squirmed on the hard wooden bench, and tried to ignore both her sore backside and her rumbling stomach. Why did the minister's sermons last so long? And why did the talk of sin always give h...
In that hushed hour between midnight and dawn when Morpheus’ sable hands touch the rosy finger tips of Aurora and even the fairies are slumbering on their flowery couches,
You should be proud of your enchantments!
There’s a fire been lit that’s not so easy to put out,
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