You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

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

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

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

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!