Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

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

I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!