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

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

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?

She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.