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

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

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

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again