Verses by Lady Geralda (Anne Bronte Poems)
Why, when I hear the stormy breathOf the wild winter windRushing o'er the mountain heath,Does sadness fill my mind? For ...
Why, when I hear the stormy breathOf the wild winter windRushing o'er the mountain heath,Does sadness fill my mind? For ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
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