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Emily Bronte

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My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk. When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months - many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off, here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms.
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Mr. Lockwood (Ch. XXXIV). (Closing lines)

 
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The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.
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We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.

 
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