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 BronteCathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
Emily BronteHe 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!
Emily Bronte