He whose wealth shall make her free has twice had the visiting shock; he starves not, he lives frae! She closes the volume, and, musing, metes him out the hours and days he has to live.
Shrink back, ye rays! The love is disenhallowed; while the hand was on the rose, the thought was on the charnel.
Yonder, in the opposite tower, in the small casement near the roof, came the rays.

Childhood is asleep.

Moon and Starbeam, ye love the slumbers of the child! The door opens, a dark figure steals noiselessly in.

The father comes to look on the sleep of his son.

Holy tenderness, if this be all! "Gabriel, wake!" said a low, stern voice, and a rough hand shook the sleeper.
The sharpest test of those nerves upon which depends the mere animal courage is to be roused suddenly, in the depth of night, by a violent hand.