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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Emily Bronte

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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Brother Doubt God Love Mom Myself Prayer Worst
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
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
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
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
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Better Himself Live Love Misery Night Prayer
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
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
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
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Art Breathe Death Destroy Room
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
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Children Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
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
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
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
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
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

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