I Will Walk Where My Own Nature

Still Let My Tyrants Know, I Am Not Doomed To Wear Year After Year In Gloom, And Desolate Despair; A Messenger Of Hope Comes Every Night To Me, And Offers For Short Life, Eternal Liberty.

Nelly, I Am Heathcliff! He's Always, Always In My Mind: Not As A Pleasure, Any More Than I Am Always A Pleasure To Myself, But As My Own Being.

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me And I Cannot, Cannot Go. The Giant Trees Are Bending Their Bare Boughs Weighed With Snow; The Storm Is Fast Descending, And Yet I Cannot Go. Clouds Beyond Clouds Above Me, Wastes Beyond Wastes Below; But Nothing Drear Can Move Me; I Will Not, Cannot Go.

Earnsha Was Not To Be Civilized With A Wish, And My Young Lady Was No Philosopher, And No Paragon Of Patience; But Both Their Minds Tending To The Same Point - One Loving And Desiring To Esteem, And The Other Loving And Desiring To Be Esteemed - They Contrived In The End To Reach It.

Treachery And Violence Are Spears Pointed At Both Ends; They Wound Those Who Resort To Them Worse Than Their Enemies.