We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning