Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin!  But ranged as infantry,...

"Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? -- planting rue?" -- "No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brighte...

CHAPTER I--HOW HIS COLD WAS CURED Something delayed the arrival of the Wesleyan minister, and a young man came temporarily in his ...

CHAPTER I The north road from Casterbridge is tedious and lonely, especially in winter-time. Along a part of its course it connect...

CHAPTER I The shepherd on the east hill could shout out lambing intelligence to the shepherd on the west hill, over the intervenin...

When William Marchmill had finished his inquiries for lodgings at a well- known watering-place in Upper Wessex, he returned to the hot...

I The traveller in school-books, who vouched in dryest tones for the fidelity to fact of the following narrative, used to add a ri...

Among the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be re...

I  A Lorn Milkmaid It was an eighty-cow dairy, and the troop of milkers, regular and supernumerary, were all at work; for, though ...

Folk who are at all acquainted with the traditions of Stapleford Park will not need to be told that in the middle of the last century ...