I shall not shrink even here, Reuben Bourne
," interrupted Malvin.
On October eighteenth, Patrick Grayfur departed for that bourne
whence no traveller returns.
All these matters were forgotten in the joy at seeing the first landmarks of the Columbia, that river which formed the bourne
of the expedition.
Marriage, which has been the bourne
of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness.
I could only think of the bourne
of my travels and the work which was to occupy me whilst they endured.
Nigh two months had Alleyne Edricson been in Castle Twynham--months which were fated to turn the whole current of his life, to divert it from that dark and lonely bourne
towards which it tended, and to guide it into freer and more sunlit channels.
I lay in my basket, and my mother lay in her bed; but Betsey Trotwood Copperfield was for ever in the land of dreams and shadows, the tremendous region whence I had so lately travelled; and the light upon the window of our room shone out upon the earthly bourne
of all such travellers, and the mound above the ashes and the dust that once was he, without whom I had never been.
At Weybridge, the Wey (a pretty little stream, navigable for small boats up to Guildford, and one which I have always been making up my mind to explore, and never have), the Bourne
, and the Basingstoke Canal all enter the Thames together.
That desire which comes to us all at times--`to sail beyond the bourne
of sunset'--must be very imperious when it is born in you.
Behind the most ancient part of Holborn, London, where certain gabled houses some centuries of age still stand looking on the public way, as if disconsolately looking for the Old Bourne
that has long run dry, is a little nook composed of two irregular quadrangles, called Staple Inn.
Bounderby himself, in a bullying vein of public zeal, might play a Roman part - it was consented that Sissy and Louisa should repair to the place in question, by a circuitous course, alone; and that the unhappy father, setting forth in an opposite direction, should get round to the same bourne
by another and wider route.
There was the old cellaret with nothing in it, lined with lead, like a sort of coffin in compartments; there was the old dark closet, also with nothing in it, of which he had been many a time the sole contents, in days of punishment, when he had regarded it as the veritable entrance to that bourne
to which the tract had found him galloping.