Identifier: argosythe45wood (find matches)
Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
Subjects:
Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
d Richard Barton give it. He bent and took from her lips his firstkiss, but not his last. 328 WHITE COLUMBINES. Under the sheltering elms they grew,Heavy with honey and wet with dew.The velvet bee, With slumbrous hum,To the banquet freeAnd fair would come.The earliest he at the royal feast,And the latest there as a favoured guestTill the last red glow Of the sunset shinesOn the creamy, clusteringColumbines. Hither for mazy sarabands.In and out of the emerald wands,Butterflies haunt The nodding flowersAnd idly flaunt Thro the waving bowers.Out of the azure, in purple and gold.They flutter and softly their pinions foldDrinking the dews And quaffing the winesOf the creamy, clusteringColumbines. I, like the bee, for the honeyed dewOf the years sweet prime which is ever newWith broken rhyme,I haunt the bloomOf summer timeFrom glow to gloom.Out of the sorrow of winters frost,I come to thee with the murmurous host,Shamrock of hope,O trefoil mine !O creamy, clusteringColumbine! Clara TnwAiTEa
Text Appearing After Image:
M. F.I.I.1;N SIAII.KS. ;. s\\ AI.N. She turned ro thk sikward. I am surk that thkn ark aiiing for ihe bks Opkn thk door. THE ARGOSY. MAY, 1888. THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF EAST LYNNE. >^ CHAPTER XIII. SUSPICION. THE church-clock of that small country place, Upper Marshdale,,was chiming half-past nine on a dark night, as the local in-spector turned out of the police-station, and made his way with afleet step across a piece of waste land and some sohtary fields beyondit. His name was Poole, and he was hastening to Marshdale House,as Lord Levels place was called. A mysterious occurrence hadtaken place there the night before : Lord Level, previously an invalid,,had been stabbed in his bed. The officer rang a loud peal at the outer gate, and a policeman,,who had been already sent on, came from the house to answer thesummons. He waited when they were both within the gate, knowingthat he should be questioned. His superior walked half way upthe avenue, and p

Note About Images