I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

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

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 gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

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