恨
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
