A Person Who Has Not Done One

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee, Thou Lonely Dreamer Now?

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.

She Burned Too Bright For This World.

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.

He Had Been Content With Daily Labour And Rough Animal Enjoyments, 'till Catherine Crossed His Path. Shame At Her Scorn, And Hope Of Her Approval, Were His First Prompts To Higher Pursuits; And, Instead Of Guarding Him From One And Winning Him To The Other, His Endeavors To Raise Himself Had Produced Just The Contrary Result.