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 ...
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
In all we do, and hear, and see,Is restless Toil and Vanity.While yet the rolling earth abides,Men come and go ...
Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;And oft, in childhood's years,I've read them o'er and o'er again,With floods of silent tears.The ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice To ...
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
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