Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

May You Not Rest, As Long As I Am Living. You Said I Killed You - Haunt Me, Then.