Asphodel

Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1835 - 1915)

Like the Asphodel, a plant which grows far away from England, Daphne grows far away from home. In her first chance of freedom, at the age of almost 17, she finds an opportunity to forget for a while... Forget that her father, the renowned Sir Vernon Lawford, does not love her. To forget that, for some reason, nobody talks about her mother who traveled to the South of France and never returned. She can be a butcher's daughter from Oxford Street, she can control her friend's actions, she can fancy that she is in love with a man who does not even reveal his name. She returns home and faces the challenge of earning her father's love and carve a respectable place beside her beloved older half-sister. But what would she do when her past folly catch up with her? Would she find love and acceptance at last? - Summary by Stav Nisser.

Genre(s): Literary Fiction, Published 1800 -1900

Language: English

Section Chapter Reader Time
Play 01 I. ' And she was fair as is the rose in May ' Jim Locke
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Play 02 II. ' And this was gladly in the Eventide ' Jim Locke
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Play 03 III. ' And Volatile, as ay was his usage ' Jim Locke
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Play 04 IV. ' CURTEIS she was, discrete, AND DEBONAIRE ' jenno
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Play 05 V. ' Thou lovest me, that wot I wel certain ' jenno
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Play 06 VI. ' Love maketh all to gone misway ' jenno
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Play 07 VII. ' His Herte bathed in a Bath of Blisse ' jenno
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Play 08 VIII. ' God wote that worldly Joy is sone ago ' Jim Locke
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Play 09 IX. ' Of Colour pale and dead was she ' Jim Locke
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Play 10 X. ' And spending Silver had he right ynow ' Jim Locke
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Play 11 XI. ' Yeve me my Deth, or that I have a Shame ' jenno
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Play 12 XII. ' And to the Dinner faste they hem spedde ' jenno
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Play 13 XIII ' After my Might ful fayne wold I you plese ' jenno
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Play 14 XIV. ' Love is a Thing, as any Spirit, free ' jenno
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Play 15 XV. ' Not for your Linage, ne for your Richesse ' Jim Locke
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Play 16 XVI. ' No Man may alway have Prosperitee ' Jim Locke
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Play 17 XVII. ' And in my Herte wondren I began ' Rachel Lintern
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Play 18 XVIII. ' Love wol not be constreined by Maistrie ' Rachel Lintern
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Play 19 XIX. ' I deme that hire herte was ful of wo ' Jim Locke
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Play 20 XX. ' Al sodenly she swapt adown to Ground ' Jim Locke
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Play 21 XXI. ' For Wele or Wo, for Carole, or for Daunce ' Jim Locke
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Play 22 XXII. ' For I wol gladly yelden hire my Place ' Jim Locke
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Play 23 XXIII. ' And COME agen, be it by Day or Night ' Jim Locke
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Play 24 XXIV. ' Ay fleth the Time, it wol no Man abide ' Jim Locke
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Play 25 XXV. ' But I wot best wher wringeth me my Sho ' Jim Locke
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Play 26 XXVI. ' Forbid A Love and it is ten Times so wode ' Jim Locke
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Play 27 XXVII. ' I may not don as any ploughman may' Jim Locke
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Play 28 XXVIII. ' Love is not old, as whan that it is new ' Jim Locke
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Play 29 XXIX. ' I meane well, by God that sit above ' Lynda Marie Neilson
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Play 30 XXX. ' Ther was no Wight, to whom she durste plain ' Lynda Marie Neilson
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Play 31 XXXI. ' I wolde live in Pees, if that I might ' Lynda Marie Neilson
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Play 32 XXXII. ' For Love and not for Hate thou must be ded ' Lynda Marie Neilson
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Play 33 XXXIII. ' Is there no Grace ? Is there no Remedie ?' Lynda Marie Neilson
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Play 34 XXXIV. ' Sens Love hath brought us to this piteous End ' Lynda Marie Neilson
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