I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

The Winter Wind Is Loud And Wild, Come Close To Me, My Darling Child; Forsake Thy Books, And Mate Less Play; And, While The Night Is Gathering Grey, We'll Talk Its Pensive Hours Away.

I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

And There You See The Distinction Between Our Feelings: Had He Been In My Place, And I In His, Though I Hated Him With A Hatred That Turned My Life To Gall, I Never Would Have Raised A Hand Against Him. You May Look Incredulous, If You Please! I Never Would Have Banished Him From Her Society As Long As She Desired His. The Moment Her Regard Ceased, I Would Have Torn His Heart Out And Drank His Blood! But, Till Then - If You Don't Believe Me, You Don't Know Me - Til Then, I Would Have Died By Inches Before I Touched A Single Hair On His Head!

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?

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.