Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you ...
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