Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed

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

How Strange! I Thought, Though Everybody Hated And Despised Each Other, They Could Not Avoid Loving Me.

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

It Is Hard To Forgive, And To Look At Those Eyes, And Feel Those Wasted Hands,' He Answered. 'kiss Me Again; And Don’t Let Me See Your Eyes! I Forgive What You Have Done To Me. I Love My Murderer—but Yours! How Can I?