Severed and Gone (Anne Bronte Poem)
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Has gilt Regina's towers, And melted wild Angora's snows, And warmed Exina's ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
"O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly ...
You little box, held to me escaping So that your valves should not break Carried from house to house to ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest He who has found our hid security, Assured in the dark ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's ...
She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
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