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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:<br />

I see Heaven’s glories shine,<br />

And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.<br />

‘Last Lines’<br />

Though earth and moon were gone<br />

And suns and universes ceased to be<br />

And thou wert left alone<br />

Every existence would exist in thee.<br />

‘Last Lines’<br />

Oh! dreadful is the check—intense the agony—<br />

When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;<br />

When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again;<br />

<strong>The</strong> soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Prisoner’<br />

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,<br />

From those brown hills, have melted into spring.<br />

‘Remembrance’ (1846)<br />

Sweet Love <strong>of</strong> youth, forgive, if I forget thee,<br />

While the world’s tide is bearing me along;<br />

Other desires and other hopes beset me,<br />

Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!<br />

‘Remembrance’ (1846)<br />

But when the days <strong>of</strong> golden dreams had perished,<br />

And even Despair was powerless to destroy,<br />

<strong>The</strong>n did I learn how existence could be cherished,<br />

Strengthened, and fed without the aid <strong>of</strong> joy.<br />

‘Remembrance’ (1846)<br />

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and<br />

he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part <strong>of</strong> it.<br />

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter<br />

changes the trees—My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath:—a source <strong>of</strong> little<br />

visible delight, but necessary.<br />

‘Wuthering Heights’ (1847) ch. 9<br />

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath<br />

and hare-bells; listened to the s<strong>of</strong>t wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one<br />

could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.<br />

‘Wuthering Heights’ (1847) closing words<br />

2.203 Patrick Brontë 1777-1861<br />

No quailing, Mrs Gaskell! no drawing back!

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