“I'll come to thee by moonlight,though hell should bar the way.”

“And what if you don't come?" "I will. No matter what happens." "I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way,'" she murmured.”

“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

“I'll lock thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!”

“To a Vase"How do I break thee? Let me count the ways.I break thee if thou art at any heightMy paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight,I sulk, or have one of my crazy days.I break thee with an accidental grazeOr twitch of tail, if I should take a fright.I break thee out of pure and simple spiteThe way I broke the jar of mayonnaise.I break thee if a bug upon thee sits.I break thee if I'm in a playful mood,And then I wrestle with the shiny bits.I break thee if I do not like my food.And if someone they shards together fits,I'll break thee once again when thou art glued.”

“Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.”