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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Emily Bronte

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
EMILY BRONTE

Courage Day Death Endurance Goal Life Soul
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
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Collection Existence Herself Lose Myself World
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
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
It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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Company Herself People Talk
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
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
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Action Head Himself Love Togetherness Touch Word
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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Care Expectation Flower Himself Plant
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
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Beyond Existence Expression Yourself
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Soul
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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Forever Freedom Hope Life Night Offering

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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