I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head!

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.