The Three Guides (Anne Bronte Poems)
Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill:I've felt its icy clasp;And, shuddering, I remember stillThat stony-hearted grasp.Thine eye bids love ...
Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill:I've felt its icy clasp;And, shuddering, I remember stillThat stony-hearted grasp.Thine eye bids love ...
1 O raise those eyes to me againAnd smile again so joyously,And fear not, love; it was not painNor grief ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be ...
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be ...
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
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