Passion (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
To-night in million-voiced London I Was lonely as the million-pointed sky Until your single voice. Ah! So the sun Peoples ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
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