Sarah Tittle Bolton, Once a Week (1864)
“ It was situated on the verge of a towering precipice of Mont Salève, and looked from Geneva, Switzerland, like an eagle's eyrie hung between heaven and earth. Engraved on the arch of one of its gateways, and covered with the rust of centuries, were the words—"Nasci, pati, mori!" In 1857, some enterprising vandal built a hotel on the site of this interesting ruin, and frightened away the spirit of its romance for ever. ”
Sarah Tittle Bolton, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume IX… (1863)
“ Where strength, heart, life, are coined with cunning art To common currency; forgets the strife For gold, place, power, and fame; the bitter smart Of disappointment, pain, and sorrow rife, Where poor humanity walks in the paths of life. ”
Sarah Tittle Bolton, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume III… (1860)
“ And a night-bird utter’d a dismal cry. Sadly she thought of the innocent time, Wildly she wept for her shame and crime. Darker and deeper the shadows grow: He promised to meet her an hour ago. ”
