B. S. Montgomery, Once a Week (1860)
“ She wildly vows to the heavens above her She’ll wed young Nevill, whate’er betide; But her father has banish’d her landless lover, And the haughty chieftain claims his bride. In after days they have met: far better That parted lovers should meet no more, When one is bound by that golden fetter, With the love still warm at each true heart’s core. ”
B. S. Montgomery, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume III… (1860)
“ And so I tore her image from my breast, My love forgetting. Yet blame not all because deceit lay shrined In heart so youthful; For one false woman, trust me, you will find Ten thousand truthful! ”
B. S. Montgomery, Once a Week (1860)
“ With, “Nevill, beloved, our woes are over!— To the Gordon’s thrall a glad good-night!” The chief look’d down on the hapless lovers;— O, but his frown was dark to see: “I would give the best of my lands, proud Nevill, To hold the heart thou hast lured from me!” He knelt him down as her life was ebbing, On the trampled heather he bent the knee; “I would pluck the heart from my breast, false Ellen, For one soft smile of love from thee!” ”
