Winter-Night Meditations (Patrick Branwell Bronte Poems)
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
(FOR MUSIC.) THE apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, The wild ...
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace ...
Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number OneAs a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to a ...
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves Drop loosely through the dampened air,When all our good seems bound in sheaves, And we ...
Telling us so muchit so much the morewithholds. Who was he?The clothes a labourer'sclothes: coarse trousers, tornjacket, a mole-skincap. But ...
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?— Can I conceive the woes that try men,When late repentance racks the soul ...
The apple trees are hung with gold, And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold, ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
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