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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Emily Bronte

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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Destruction Himself Slave
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
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
Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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Drive Form Life Live Mad Myself Soul Togetherness
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Herself Leaving Myself Name Relationship Sister
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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Dreams Life Myself Stay
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
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Autumn Bliss Leaves Talk Tree
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
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Leadership Myself Nature Walk
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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Return Thinking Torture
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
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 must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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Forgiveness Struggle Yourself
No coward soul is mine.
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Coward Myself One Liner Soul
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

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

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