You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
She burned too bright for this world.
Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
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.