Fowler Ellen Thorneycroft
Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler (9 April 1860 - 22 June 1929) was an English author. She was the daughter of Henry Hartley Fowler, 1st Viscount Wolverhampton and her sister Edith Henrietta Fowler was also a novelist. On 16 April 1903 Ellen married Alfred Felkin, a senior teacher at the Royal Naval School at Mottingham near Eltham.[1]
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verses grave and gay
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Cfoe Safe in the shelter of a lonely glen A refuge which the distant hum of men Could reach but faintly Untouched by human blame or human praise, There dwelt in ancient, half-forgotten days A hermit saintly. With rapture was his spirit wont to burn ; Each night of prayer was followed in its turn By prayerful morrows: He heeded not, in his exalted life, The sordid cares of men, their paltry strife, Their sins and sorrows. As he one Christmas-Eve his vigil kept, Whilst Nature 'neath her snowy mantle slept, He saw with wonder An angel standing smiling by his side, Whilst Heav'n to hosts seraphic opened wide Its gates of thunder. In silent awe the hermit bowed his head : " Fear not, my son," the angel sweetly said In accents ringing; " Our Christmas carol strive to learn by heart. And see if thou art fit to take thy part In Heaven's singing." " Glory to God ! " bright hosts of seraphs sang, " Glory to God ! " the highest Heavens rang, " To God be glory ! " " Oh. angel! " cried the hermit, growing bold, " This can I sing, for all my life has told The self-same story." The angel smiled"And art thou then as fain To sing the second part of Heaven's strain ? " In tones sonorous The white-robed carol-singers chanted then, "Peace on the earth, and good-will unto men!"- So ran the chorus. In tearful shame the hermit bowed his head : " I cannot learn the angels' song," he said, " Nor sing it duly ; To God great glory I have ever given, But yet to save men's souls I have not striven, Nor loved them truly." The angel answered gently, " Grieve not so ! Two things compose man's duty here below Thou hast the one done ; In this thou hast not been of grace bereft, Yet none the less thou shouldst not then have l...
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the subjection of isabel carnaby
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE SCOURGE OF THE RED CORD Fabia came to England as had been arranged, and was received by Mrs. Paul Seaton with open arms: but Miss Vipart had not been long at Prince's Gardens before Isabel realised that she had opened her arms a little too wide before understanding all the bearings of the case. She at once confided the discovery of this error, and her repentance of the same, to Paul, who, like a good husband (and unlike a good wife), carefully refrained from saying anything which, even by the freest translation, could be construed into " I told you so." He was for sending Fabia back to India by return of post, so to speak, having (again like a good husband) no sense of proportion where his wife and his wife's interests were concerned. The man who is alive to the laws of perspective with regard to the woman that he loves, had better take at once a self-imposed vow of celibacy: for while the world stands he will never make a passable husband. But Isabelwith that innate sense of justice in which it pleases men to imagine that all women are fundamentally lackingfelt that such a course of conduct would be most unfair to her guest: and put the temptation away from her accordingly. It was not really the fault of either woman that the two did not, as the phrase runs, get on well together: they met with the full intention of liking each other extremely, and of being great friends as the fashionable world counts friendTHE SUBJECTION OF ISABEL CARNABY ship: but the fact was that they were absolutely incapable of understanding one another: and true friendship without mutual comprehension is a contradiction in terms. It was no fault of Isabel's that in spite of all the efforts to understand Fabia's character, she signally failed; on the contrary, this failure w...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Cfoe Safe in the shelter of a lonely glen A refuge which the distant hum of men Could reach but faintly Untouched by human blame or human praise, There dwelt in ancient, half-forgotten days A hermit saintly. With rapture was his spirit wont to burn ; Each night of prayer was followed in its turn By prayerful morrows: He heeded not, in his exalted life, The sordid cares of men, their paltry strife, Their sins and sorrows. As he one Christmas-Eve his vigil kept, Whilst Nature 'neath her snowy mantle slept, He saw with wonder An angel standing smiling by his side, Whilst Heav'n to hosts seraphic opened wide Its gates of thunder. In silent awe the hermit bowed his head : " Fear not, my son," the angel sweetly said In accents ringing; " Our Christmas carol strive to learn by heart. And see if thou art fit to take thy part In Heaven's singing." " Glory to God ! " bright hosts of seraphs sang, " Glory to God ! " the highest Heavens rang, " To God be glory ! " " Oh. angel! " cried the hermit, growing bold, " This can I sing, for all my life has told The self-same story." The angel smiled"And art thou then as fain To sing the second part of Heaven's strain ? " In tones sonorous The white-robed carol-singers chanted then, "Peace on the earth, and good-will unto men!"- So ran the chorus. In tearful shame the hermit bowed his head : " I cannot learn the angels' song," he said, " Nor sing it duly ; To God great glory I have ever given, But yet to save men's souls I have not striven, Nor loved them truly." The angel answered gently, " Grieve not so ! Two things compose man's duty here below Thou hast the one done ; In this thou hast not been of grace bereft, Yet none the less thou shouldst not then have l...
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the subjection of isabel carnaby
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III THE SCOURGE OF THE RED CORD Fabia came to England as had been arranged, and was received by Mrs. Paul Seaton with open arms: but Miss Vipart had not been long at Prince's Gardens before Isabel realised that she had opened her arms a little too wide before understanding all the bearings of the case. She at once confided the discovery of this error, and her repentance of the same, to Paul, who, like a good husband (and unlike a good wife), carefully refrained from saying anything which, even by the freest translation, could be construed into " I told you so." He was for sending Fabia back to India by return of post, so to speak, having (again like a good husband) no sense of proportion where his wife and his wife's interests were concerned. The man who is alive to the laws of perspective with regard to the woman that he loves, had better take at once a self-imposed vow of celibacy: for while the world stands he will never make a passable husband. But Isabelwith that innate sense of justice in which it pleases men to imagine that all women are fundamentally lackingfelt that such a course of conduct would be most unfair to her guest: and put the temptation away from her accordingly. It was not really the fault of either woman that the two did not, as the phrase runs, get on well together: they met with the full intention of liking each other extremely, and of being great friends as the fashionable world counts friendTHE SUBJECTION OF ISABEL CARNABY ship: but the fact was that they were absolutely incapable of understanding one another: and true friendship without mutual comprehension is a contradiction in terms. It was no fault of Isabel's that in spite of all the efforts to understand Fabia's character, she signally failed; on the contrary, this failure w...
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miss fallowfields fortune
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III DTTNCAN AND SOMERS Duncan And Somers had for several generations been the leading solicitors in Merchester; but now the firm was represented by Mr. Reginald Duncan, as the Somers of the present day was an old man of over eighty, and the grandson who was eventually to succeed to his share in the concernyoung Alan Wyliehad not as yet emerged from the chrysalis of articled clerkship. Therefore the business was carried on for the present by Reginald Duncan and his head clerk, Mr. Sprott. Mr. Sprott had entered the service of Duncan and Somers as an office-boy fifty years before, and had remained in that office ever since, having " slowly broadened down from precedent to precedent" until he was now Mr. Duncan's right-hand man. Reginald Duncan was a distinguished-looking man of about fifty-five. He was both gifted and cultured, and his wide experience had not left him much to learn about human nature and its manifold frailties. He was a bachelor, and seemed likely to remain so, although he had had his romance like the rest of us, the said romance being Charlotte Fallowfield. When first Charlotte sought her father's distant cousin and put her business affairs into his hands, Reginald fell in love with her as single-heartedly andcompletely as if she had not had a penny in the world. But he was not as ready to inform her of the fact as he would have been in those circumstances, and hence arose the crowning mistake of his otherwise prosperous and sensible career. He was too proud to make love to a woman with such an enormous fortune as Charlotte Fallowfield's, and so offered up her happiness and his own upon the altar of his pride. For Charlotte and he were thoroughly suited to each other, and would have been unusually qualified to make one another happy; but be...
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loves argument and other poems
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A NEW YEAR'S WISH A HAPPY, happy year to the friends I left behind me Who said farewell at some cross-road with many a parting tear: Of what they used to be to me old memories oft remind ' For auld lang syne' I wish to them the happiest New Year! A happy, happy year to the friends that walk beside me Who make life's path a pleasant place because their steps are near: Their smiles of comfort light the way, their words of counsel guide me; I wish them from mine inmost heart the happiest New Year! A happy, happy year to the friends that yet await me Whose faces, still unknown to me, the future shall make clear: Some day their hands will clasp my own, some day their love elate me; Meanwhile I warmly wish for them the happiest New Year! A happy, happy year to the friends that ne'er shall meet me, But who will let my written words sometimes their spirits cheer: Perchance in other worlds than this their kindred souls may greet me; And here and now I wish to them the happiest New Year! A SONG OF WAR (1889-1900) ENGLAND lay asleep 'mid the tumult of the nations, While her sons beheld no visions and her daughters dreamed no dreams; For they dwelt at ease in Zion, And they taught the British lion To wax fat in pleasant pastures and lie down by peaceful streams. So with laughter and with song they upraised their invocations To the gods that they had fashioned of the stuff they found to hand; And they said in their prosperity, ' There is nothing, of a verity, That can harm the rank and fashion of this well-appointed land!' But behold ! an angel came, who was clothed in clouds and thunder, While the morning gleamed behind him like a battle-flag unfurled; And he sware by Him That liveth And the life... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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fuel of fire
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. BAXENDALE HALL. Upon a hill the old house stood, Commanding stream and field and wood. Baxendale Hall, which was built for the third timehaving been twice destroyed by firein the reign of James the Second, was a fine, square house of red brick, with stone facings, and the coat-of-arms of the Baxendales, also in stone, carved over the front door. It stood in the centre of a beautiful park, on the borders of Mershire and Salopshire; and the house was situated upon such an eminence that its cellars were on a line with the top of the tower of Silverhampton Church. Thus Silverhamp- ton and Baxendale Hall looked at each other, from their respective hills, across a fruitful and well-populated valley, a pleasant land of meadows and orchards and comfortable houses, made fcippy by the money that was coined in the murky coal-fields on the other side of Silverhampton town. The Baxendales were one of the oldest families in Mershire; and they had lived at Baxendale Hall ever since Doomsday Book was editedand probably before that. But of late years their prosperity had dwindled, as is the way nowadays of all prosperitywhich has its being solely in land; and when the late Mr. Baxendale died of a broken heart, owing to the pecuniary difficulties which beset him, it was found that the rents of the estate were so reduced, and the mortgages upon it so heavy, that his son came into an income of only some very few hundreds a year; and those few hundreds were made still fewer by the enormous fire insurance which all the owners of Baxendale were bound to pay, in consideration of the family curse which foretold that Baxendale Hall should once morefor the third time "be made fuel of fire." The late Mr. Baxendale had married for love and not for moneya peculiarity of his ra... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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a double thread
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3CHAPTER III. textit{THE WELFORDS? PARTY. textit{" She cheered each dry committee With talcs of absent folk; And let nor truth nor pity Impair her little joke; Till loves were soiled and lives were spoiled By every word she spoke." IT is proverbial that the ruling power of a house is generally vested in the worst temper therein; therefore Julia Welford had her way, and the Morgans were invited to what was called in Sunnydale " a friendly evening," instead of being treated to a dinner. " A friendly evening " began in coffee and closed in a cold supper, and was an enjoyable form of entertainment to all such as were old enough and wise enough not to sigh for a textit{tite- and -tete. For this it offered little or no opportunity, and so was inferior in the eyes of the young and foolishto a dance, a dinnerparty, and most emphatically to a picnic. Julia was right in her surmise that Ethel Harland would not have what girls call " a proper evening dress "; instead of displaying the regulation arms and neck, she wore a gown of some clinging white material, up to her throat and down to her wrists; but her beauty was so striking that she looked lovely even in this most simple attire. At least, so Percy Welford thought. One of the peculiarities of the Welfords' "friendly evenings" was that the number of the guests and the number of the drawing-room chairs were identical, so that nobody could change his or her position unless somebody else were seized with a simultaneous desire. This, like the old custom of taking wine with people, depended too much upon the whim of another to be absolutely satisfactory to any one. It requires much self-confidence, added to considerable textit{savoir faire, to enable one to break away from one's anchorage in a crowded drawing-room until there is another haven in sig...
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The Farringdons
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Originally published in 1900. This volume from the Cornell University Library's print collections was scanned on an APT BookScan and converted to JPG 2000 format by Kirtas Technologies. All titles scanned cover to cover and pages may include marks notations and other marginalia present in the original volume.
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