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 ...
Anne Bronte Poems on Nature (15 Poems)
Views Of Life (Anne Bronte Poems)
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers ...
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 ...
Weep Not Too Much (Anne Bronte Poems)
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
The Student’s Serenade (Anne Bronte Poems)
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
The Arbour (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
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 Parting (Anne Bronte Poem)
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
My Soul is Awakened (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day (Anne Bronte Poem)
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
The Arbour (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
Call Me Away (Anne Bronte Poem)
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...