Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence Yet -- strangest -- heavier since it went It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of White -- to cross When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,. When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,.
When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee! I'm pleading at the "counter" -- sir I've nothing else -- to bring, You know We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy We chant -- for cheer -- when the Wines -- fail Do we "beat" our "Wife"? Bee -- pledges his -- in minute flagons Dainty -- as the trees -- on our deft Head First -- at the vat -- and latest at the Vine God calls home -- the Angels -- promptly You're right -- "the way is narrow" And "few there be" -- Correct again With but the "Discount" of the Grave Termed by the Brokers -- "Death"!
Thou shalt -- thyself -- one day -- a Child If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more Till Hair -- and Eyes -- and timid Head That you -- so late -- "Consider" me And so I con that thing -- "forgiven" By my long bright -- and longer -- trust Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you Stab the Bird -- that built in your bosom He -- is more than a firmament -- from Me The Eyes glaze once -- and that is Death The Sound ones, like the Hills -- shall stand It is easy to work when the soul is at play It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" Daffodil Dowries -- spicy "Stocks" One hour -- of her Sovereign's face"!
But -- I can say a little "Minor". And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked Vespers -- are sweeter than Matins -- Signor How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard Had gone to sleep -- that soundest time You'll know -- Sir -- when the Savior's face. It might -- have been the Light House spark How many times they -- bore the faithful witness Would but the "Memnon" of the Desert When Heaven -- was too common -- to miss More Hands -- to hold -- These are but Two This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea So -- many -- drops -- of vital scarlet And then -- the size of this "small" life And I sneered -- softly -- "small"!
His Gait -- was soundless, like the Bird Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed. Yet small -- she sighs -- if All -- is All To tell one's name -- the livelong June With a departing -- Sapphire -- feature Where he turned so, and I turned -- how Itself, too vast, for interrupting -- more Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the Glory Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons -- chanted When they let go the ignominy -- smiling Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me,.
By Heads rejected -- in the lower country Feet, small as mine -- have marched in Revolution. Hands -- not so stout -- hoisted them -- in witness Let me not shame their sublime deportments One -- Birthday more -- or Ten?
Let me -- choose! Ah, Sir, None! Morning means just Risk -- to the Lover Faint-going Lives -- Their Lapse from Sighing Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing Then -- close the Valves of her attention Like Breadths of Topaz -- packed a Night The One who could repeat the Summer day The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean Straighten -- look cautious for their Breath Then stills its Artisans -- like Ghosts Earth would have been too much -- I see Deals -- One -- imperial -- Thunderbolt The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today And a hoarse "Get out of the way, I say,".
Patient -- upon the steps -- until then The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy,. Staring -- bewildered -- at the mocking sky The time was scarce profaned, by speech And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,. So instead of getting to Heaven, at least But we -- stood whispering in the House They looked like frightened Beads, I thought There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls In Kingdoms -- you have heard the Raised And then -- he'll turn me round and round She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back After great pain, a formal feeling comes The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,.
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go Dominions dowerless -- beside this Grace The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that. Slow -- slow -- as feet did weary -- grow Confused by Sweets -- as Mortals -- are They're here, though; not a creature failed For doubt, that I should know the Sound I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend On Miscellaneous Enterprise. But, lest the Soul -- like fair "Priscilla".
Choose the Envoy -- and spurn the Groom If any sink, assure that this, now standing Failed like Themselves -- and conscious that it rose Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding.
How Weakness passed -- or Force -- arose Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball With "This was last Her fingers did" But when the vivid Ore. How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine I knew last night -- when someone tried to twine Thinking -- perhaps -- that I looked tired -- or alone Or breaking -- almost -- with unspoken pain One port -- suffices -- for a Brig -- like mine Ours be the tossing -- wild though the sea Rather than a Mooring -- unshared by thee. Rather than the "spicy isles --".
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In the morning he rose early; and, as it was a holiday, carried his ill-humour on to the moors; not re-appearing till the family were departed for church.
Fasting and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. It looks as if you envied her, because she is more thought of than you.
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The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough. But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in. You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say—you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!
Oh, Heathcliff, you are showing a poor spirit! Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. And you were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. Were I in your place, I would frame high notions of my birth; and the thoughts of what I was should give me courage and dignity to support the oppressions of a little farmer! So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown and began to look quite pleasant, when all at once our conversation was interrupted by a rumbling sound moving up the road and entering the court.
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He ran to the window and I to the door, just in time to behold the two Lintons descend from the family carriage, smothered in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses: they often rode to church in winter. Catherine took a hand of each of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces. I urged my companion to hasten now and show his amiable humour, and he willingly obeyed; but ill luck would have it that, as he opened the door leading from the kitchen on one side, Hindley opened it on the other.
They met, and the master, irritated at seeing him clean and cheerful, or, perhaps, eager to keep his promise to Mrs. Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly and conveyed him to his chamber; where, doubtless, he administered a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he appeared red and breathless. His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded, blushing for all.
Why did you speak to him, Edgar? Hush, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you? Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists—it will give you an appetite! The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them.
Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion. I did not call her unfeeling long; for I perceived she was in purgatory throughout the day, and wearying to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit to Heathcliff, who had been locked up by the master: as I discovered, on endeavouring to introduce to him a private mess of victuals.
In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might be liberated then, as Isabella Linton had no partner: her entreaties were vain, and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all gloom in the excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering fifteen strong: a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoons, French horns, and a bass viol, besides singers.
They go the rounds of all the respectable houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed it a first-rate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been sung, we set them to songs and glees. Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty.
Catherine loved it too: but she said it sounded sweetest at the top of the steps, and she went up in the dark: I followed. They shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full of people.
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He stubbornly declined answering for a while: she persevered, and finally persuaded him to hold communion with her through the boards. I let the poor things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going to cease, and the singers to get some refreshment: then I clambered up the ladder to warn her.
Instead of finding her outside, I heard her voice within. The little monkey had crept by the skylight of one garret, along the roof, into the skylight of the other, and it was with the utmost difficulty I could coax her out again.
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