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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

Emily Bronte

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
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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Beautiful Calm Earth Feed Heaven Nature Soft
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
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Domination Generosity Ourselves Run Selfish
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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Destroy Destruction Enjoyment Lost Myself
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
Good words,” I replied. “But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don’t forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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Action Evidence Fear Forget Goodness Myself Remember Resolution Word
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
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Autumn Black Darkness Old Wind
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
Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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Plants Worth
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
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Myself Stranger Universe
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
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Burn Cruelty Ice Myself Water Yourself
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
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Endurance Enemy Grave Last Sleep Strong
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
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Alone Earth Existence Man Sun Universe
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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Bloom Constant Friendship Love Rose Wild
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
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Chance Leaving Person Run Work
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
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
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Blood Break Creature Cruelty Run Terrorism
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
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Effort Myself Repair Trouble
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anger Dare Divine Drinking Empty Engagement Memories Myself Pain Seek World

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

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Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

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