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Page 310 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life that in me has rest, As I undying Life have power in thee...
Page 310 - The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in thee.
Page 249 - I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for HeathclifF resembles the eternal rocks beneath : a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff he's always, always in my mind not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself but as my own being...
Page 247 - I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home ; and I broke my heart with. weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights ; where I woke sobbing for joy.
Page 302 - Day by day, when I saw with what a front she met suffering, I looked on her with an anguish of wonder and love. I have seen nothing like it; but, indeed, I have never seen her parallel in anything. Stronger than a man, simpler than a child, her nature stood alone.
Page 184 - Oh, dreadful is the check intense the agony When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
Page 181 - Time's all-severing wave ? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more ? Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring : Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change...
Page 310 - O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life that in me has rest, As I undying life have power in thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Page 75 - My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her ; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hill-side her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights ; and not the least and best loved was liberty.
Page 181 - Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering! Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!