MEADOWLEIGH. CHAPTER I. There, at her chamber-window high, Its casement fronts the western sky, And balmy air admits. Is it to watch the setting sun She does that seat prefer? Alas! the maiden thinks of one Who never thinks of her. ELEANOR sat at her bed-room window with her letter in her hand, looking sadly out on the undulating common, and the longer she looked, the sadder she grew. It was only some grief, loss, or pain that had been, thou VOL. II. B |