The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts the hopes the dreams the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed
-Charlotte Brontë, "Evening Solace"
"There is something horrible about a flower;
This, broken in my hand, is one of those
He threw it in just now; it will not live another hour;
There are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.
-Charlotte Mew, "In Nunhead Cementery"
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
-Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"
"I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul....
Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impellin me upward, that I thought were silent for ever.
I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing....
-Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
She howl'd aloud, "I am on fire within.
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin,
And save me lest I die?"
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Palace of Art"
"Take my share of a fickle heart,
Mine of a paltry love:
Take it or leave it as you will,
I wash my hands thereof."
-Christina Rosetti, "Maude Clare"
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