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: ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
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