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 ...
I dreamt last night; and in that dreamMy boyhood's heart was mine again;These latter years did nothing seemWith all their ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
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 ...
I hoped, that with the brave and strong,My portioned task might lie;To toil amid the busy throng,With purpose pure and ...
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may ...
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
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 ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
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