I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire

Terror Made Me Cruel; And Finding It Useless To Attempt Shaking The Creature Off, I Pulled Its Wrist On To The Broken Pane, And Rubbed It To And Fro Till The Blood Ran Down And Soaked The Bedclothes.

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.

Nay, You'll Be Ashamed Of Me Everyday Of Your Life," He Answered; "and The More Ashamed, The More You Know Me; And I Cannot Bide It.

But You Might As Well Bid A Man Struggling In The Water, Rest Within Arm's Length Of The Shore! I Must Reach It First, And Then I'll Rest.