Anne Bronte Poems on Joy & Excitement (24 Poems)

A Voice From The Dungeon (Anne Bronte Poem)

I’m buried now; I’ve done with life; I’ve done with hate, revenge and strife; I’ve done with joy, and hope and love And all the bustling world above. Long have I dwelt forgotten here In pining woe and dull despair; … Continue reading →

A Word To The Calvinists (Anne Bronte Poem)

You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made your black hearts pure And fits your earthborn souls in Heaven to shine. But is it sweet to look around … Continue reading →

Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)

Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers And cloudless the heavens above. It was Arabia’s distant land And peaceful was the hour; Two youthful figures … Continue reading →

A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)

‘Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. Then whence this change, and why so oft Dost smooth thy hazel hair? And wherefore deck thy youthful form With … Continue reading →