Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.