I Know You Despise Me; Allow Me

He Could Not Forget The Touch Of Her Arms Around His Neck, Impatiently Felt As It Had Been At The Time; But Now The Recollection Of Her Clinging Defence Of Him, Seemed To Thrill Him Through And Through,—to Melt Away Every Resolution, All Power Of Self-control, As If It Were Wax Before A Fire.

How Am I To Dress Up In My Finery, And Go Off And Away To Smart Parties, After The Sorrow I Have Seen Today?

Oh, I Can't Describe My Home. It Is Home, And I Can't Put Its Charm Into Words

One May Be Clogged With Honey And Unable To Rise And Fly.

He Loved Her, And Would Love Her; And Defy Her, And This Miserable Bodily Pain.