The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

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?

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.