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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

Emily Bronte

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Choice Feed Guide Leadership Mountain Nature Walk Wild
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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Loud Night Play Wild Wind Winter
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Collection Existence Herself Lose Myself World
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?
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Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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Ability Day Love Measurement Myself Power
He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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Equality Hate Himself Love
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
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Change Color Dreams Ideas Life Mindset Stay Water Wine
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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Himself Imagination Love Thinking Yourself
You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.
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Care Friendship Hard Satisfaction Yourself
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

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