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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

Emily Bronte

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTE

Company Happiness Himself Man Myself Pleasure Quite Seek Sensible
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
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
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time
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
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Blessing Earth Heaven Reserve
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
In secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
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Change Happiness Life Secret Tears
I never told my love vocally still.
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Love Myself
Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Breathe Imagination Quiet Sleep Wonder
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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End Enemy Violence Worst Wound
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Eyes Heaven Hell Myself Night
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
EMILY BRONTE

Desire Forget Hope Love Myself World Wrong Youth
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTE

Company Himself Man Sensible
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?
EMILY BRONTE

Eyes Feeling Forgiveness Hands Hard Love Murder Myself See Wasted

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

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Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

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