He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAnd yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain
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