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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Emily Bronte

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
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
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
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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Desire Forget Hope Love Myself World Wrong Youth
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
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 have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
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
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
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Cultivate Life Occasion Reflection Silly Yourself
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
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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Face Goodness Heart Ugly Worst
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
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Equality Faith Glory Heaven See Shine
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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Country Happiness Quite Seek Society Town

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