He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than

Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship Like The Holly-tree. The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-briar Blooms, But Which Will Bloom Most Constantly?

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

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.

He'll Love And Hate Equally Under Cover, And Esteem It A Species Of Impertinence To Loved Or Hated Again.

He’s More Myself Than I Am