His tome cast to plunge and fade to subtle worth In precious fragments faint, he paused to glean, Then clear, what lucid phantom rendered forth Of the deep blue imager’s stilling sheen.
Continued from §.03 The duo cautiously and slowly made passage through the cloying, hilly wood and passed into a narrow clearing where the land dipped into a long, sparsely covered dale through which ran a thin, babbling brook. To the south, a well-trod path was observable, which stretched from the edge of the stream into… Continue reading Beyond The Nightingale Floor (§.04)
Hraban Amsler came to the end of the forest path and continued apace. The sparse, charming wood thickening swiftly before him. Ochre and gold. Colors the harbingers of Fall. He knew the route well and yet felt as if he'd taken a wrong turning. The feeling came unbidden into his mind, though the man knew… Continue reading Ochre Sepulchre
AMELIA: OR THE FAITHLESS BRITON. "An original novel, founded upon recent facts." The Columbian Magazine, Philadelphia, 1787. THE revolutions of government, and the subversions of empire, which have swelled the theme of national historians, have, likewise, in every age, furnished anecdote to the biographer, and incident to the novellist. The objects of policy or ambition… Continue reading Amelia; or, The Faithless Briton (1787)