The Two Children Pt 1 (Emily Jane Bronte Poems)
Heavy hangs the rain-dropFrom the burdened spray;Heavy broods the damp mistOn uplands far away.Heavy looms the dull sky,Heavy rolls the ...
Heavy hangs the rain-dropFrom the burdened spray;Heavy broods the damp mistOn uplands far away.Heavy looms the dull sky,Heavy rolls the ...
Now two have met, now two have met, Who may not meet again- Two grains of sand, two blades ...
Have you love for me,Yours my love shall be, While the days of life are flowing.Short was summer's stay,Grass now ...
I wept, but my tears they turned to laughter For I saw how grieving was worse than vain .I saw ...
Over the wave-rim faint and far (Spectral sail and ghostly spar) Through the mist-banks a vessel glides Biding the ...
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether;Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But let ...
Part IIChild of Delight! with sunbright hairAnd seablue, sea-deep eyes;Spirit of Bliss, what brings thee here,Beneath these sullen skies?Thou shouldest ...
I have dreams of the outer islands, Firths and forths of the Far-Away; I have dreams of the heathery ...
WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk't, And now and then a ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
Biding their time, mending their nets, sitting on the shore of the lake Fishermen tending to their work, between fishing, ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether; Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
Fold this, our daughter's grave, and seal it with your kiss. For all the love I gave, you owe me ...
Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated! Tell me how I may win thee, tell ...
Aug. 12. 1653. Jehovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King ...
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