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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.

Emily Bronte

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
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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Effort Inspirational Myself Result Silence Work
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 wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
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
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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People Proud Sad Sorrow
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
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
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Blessing Earth Heaven Reserve
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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Company Himself Man Sensible
Terror made me cruel.
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Cruelty Myself Terrorism
I can say with sincerity that I like cats. A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
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Animal Feeling Human Myself Sincere
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
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
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Haunt Kill Live Myself
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

A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.

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