He Might As Well Plant An Oak

I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious World, And To Be Always There; Not Seeing It Dimly Through Tears, And Yearning For It Through The Walls Of An Aching Heart; But Really With It, And In It.

Terror Made Me Cruel.

She Burned Too Bright For This World.

If I Had Caused The Cloud, It Was My Duty To Make An Effort To Dispel It.

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... Why Am I So Changed? I'm Sure I Should Be Myself Were I Once Among The Heather On Those Hills.