Browse Sort by: Title I yearn to see This is the sad truth What are all our personal loves The time when that dependence But now, as I went up to him Her mother sat Mighty is the force Our dead are never dead What little child I had a tender mother It seemed to me that the sky She was vigorous What do we live for Our tenderness Brevity is justified The answer may seem In the chequered area There is a great deal I shall never love anybody Gossip is a sort I am afraid of nothing I say that the strongest And when a woman's will A human life, I think At last Bob brought her a letter A little quiet contempt Do not fear that I shall become Sweet Evening Come and Go, Love And 'tis a strange truth A man falling We see human heroism The world seems to me There'd be two ‘pinions But the unwept death It is seldom that the miserable Favourable Chance, I fancy Before such calm Things look dim Ignorant power comes in the end But the right to rebellion There is no short cut It is a woman's duty I think what we call the dulness How should all the apparatus He yearned with a poet's yearning This sorrow, which has cut down Does one who has been all but lost Ignorance gives one Let my body dwell You must not be ashamed (option 2) You must not be ashamed You must love your work What do we live for How should all the apparatus It is a common sentence No retrospect will take us I don't want to be married I should desire to know the truth The wit of a family Everything is all one I am ashamed to send a letter I devour it as a romance Have I really a friend I wish I were rich enough We are led on My only desire is to walk I am unusually muddy Beware how we, even with good One should give a gleam Light and easily broken ties You must keep up your heart You must learn how to deal As for age, what that’s worth Family likeness It cuts one sadly We mustn't be in a hurry There's many a good bit The best fire dosna flare One must be poor to know (2) No man can be wise All passion becomes strength Mankind is not disposed I wish the Captain Lady Cheverel, remembering I long for life You are a bright I trust in my star The uglier we get Remember you are one We must teach I think 'live and teach' We want people to feel I am steeped in dullness There is no perfect safeguard Dear father gets on very slowly I like my town life So the world gets on We can bear no hand Your dear face I love you all better We have had no autumnal beauty I fully participate in the belief Tis a very great compliment The heart knowest I shall be most thankful A continual aiming You asked me To live in seclusion I can find no strength It is never too late For little girls grow My idea of you To an author A great momentus change The repentance which cuts When was the fatal coquetry A girl of eighteen As soon as men No amount of wishing The Golden Age can always come back This a world worth abiding in I have an unreasonable aversion We have had an unspeakably delightful Nevertheless our life Grave people, with opinions, We are leading no life One's dear friend Between the beauty I am writing My brightest spot It is the first I am in a miserable state A kind welcome I feel every day But I am not unfaithful If you insist I am thinking I can rejoice Illness seems to me Blank silence and cold reserve Dear father is so decidedly progressing This seems dolorous I hope to reperuse Your heart must be widowed An islet of etherial blue A consciousness A great momentus change If I were near you But we must stay No chemical process All meanings, we know The best proof What is anything worth I percieve that I have not Precious those hidden little lakelets If you are to rule Affection is the broadest basis Better a wrong will The beings closest to us Anxiety is good for O Aristotle! If you had had the advantage It was doubtless an ingenious idea But then it is open Once call the brain It is astonishing That was a time Strange contrast, And that was a day It was a sin The children were used to hear I can't bear fishing He bore about the same relation With the dessert A grand arch, cut in the upper wall A letter, without a postmark Maggie soon thought I delight in fine pictures Maggie felt it was time to speak How lovely the little river Secrets are rarely betrayed There was a moment It is a wonderful subduer Her feeble power We could never have loved All the next day she sat Poor Maggie listened These bitter sorrows I suppose that is the reason Oh, I'll tell you what that means. She looked in the glass "Here he is," she said To-day there was a peculiar Shall I, wasting in despair There were passions Self-confidence is He who bids for nuts and news I enter into no plots My daughter, every bond I'll not deny which way To have a mind The great world-struggle It is agreeable to keep It is easy to believe Necessity does the work The exhaustion consequent Attempts at description (option 2) Attempts at description It is invariably Your letter describes I daresay some would No evil dooms us hopelessly I would give anything to write a book! I think I dislike Then I shall tell you Here I have listened What is said about one’s art If you will I am determined from The best introduction to astronomy But I must see you first Whenever an artist Let us bind love with duty The gods have a curse There is so much Strong love hungers I am so glad There is not I can't afford Talking about my books I never think I wish we saw All the world I have no memory I like to think I can only go on I do not remember To me there is Life is too precious I am quite happy Your love and goodness I am anxious I yearn to see The light is perhaps never felt Tito was at one In the stress and heat The elements of kindness Hard speech between those Tito was experiencing Unscrupulousness gets rid of much It is the way with half the truth Vague memories hang about There are moments Love does not aim Heaven sends kind souls When I've made up my mind Every new day A girl of eighteen Many legends were afterwards told In the career The higher life begins That famous ring In the early ages Often the soul is ripened It is often observable He'll never be hurt But you may prosper The kindness fell on him That quiet mutual gaze The fountains of human love There's nothing kills a man Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning How do I know what you may have done Nothing is so good Our old-fashioned country life Our tenderness But this superadded And the man of maxims So deeply inherent There are two expensive There are certain animals In old-fashioned times The sense of mutual fitness The promise was void The temptations of beauty I was never satisfied I think I should have no other It is with me Perhaps I am wrong It was very painful There's debts we can't pay Experience had bred no fancies It's like the night and the morning Every man's work The gods of the hearth still exist There was still pity To be quite fair Love once, love always For there is much pain A very glorious truth It is not true As to the town Esther found it impossible to read It is a commonplace Tis a strange truth I hold it blasphemy For what we call illusions When we are young The only effect Delicate scent This last year, Alone this evening The sense of my deficiencies I love the souls Fine old Christmas, To the common run Marriage must be a relation Wherever affection can spring The human soul is hospitable All who remember their childhood All things except reason Fruit is seed. The wine and the sun Old men's eyes are like The pride of the body Veracity is a plant An ass may bray The cat couldn't eat I love not to be choked To one who is anxiously in search The light can be a curtain Our naked feelings make haste It is the lot of every man A man's own safety Our deeds are like children There is a sense What is the present Dear me! By the help Mine, I fear, The talk even Well! it is our inertness Doubtless the very fishes No doubt men's minds differ A poet may know I cherish my childish loves There is a fable Pity that to all Certainly if a bad-tempered It is in the nature Surely I ought to I cannot submit Yet I find To lay false claim I suspect that Intellect is no longer It is my way It is hard enough There is no knowing Imagine a Descartes Well, well, the illusions Few lives are shaped If the human race The world seems It is not true
