Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me, And I Cannot, Cannot Go.

Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought As Much Of You As You Have Of Him?

But There's This One Difference: One Is Gold Put To The Use Of Paving-stones, And The Other Is Tin Polished To Ape A Service Of Silver. Mine Has Nothing Valuable About It; Yet I Shall Have The Merit Of Making It Go As Far As Such Poor Stuff Can Go. His Had First-rate Qualities, And They Are Lost, Rendered Worst Than Unavailing.

My Love For Linton Is Like The Foliage In The Woods. Time Will Changeit,i'mwellaware, Aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love For Heathcliff Resembles The Eternal Rocks Beneatha Source Of Little Visible Delight But Necessary. Nelly, I Am Heathcliff.