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Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

Emily Bronte

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
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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Break Up Death Heart Himself Love Myself Return
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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Freedom Heart Man Move Waste Time Worth
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Breathe Heart Myself
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
She burned too bright for this world.
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Bright Burn Herself Instagram Captions World
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
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
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
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
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
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Break Escape Glory Heart Myself Pain Tears Wall World
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Common Joy Melancholy Sweet Time

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