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 ...
Anne Bronte Poems on Sadness (28 Poems)
Z———‘s (Anne Bronte Poems)
I dreamt last night; and in that dreamMy boyhood's heart was mine again;These latter years did nothing seemWith all their ...
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 ...
To Cowper (Anne Bronte Poems)
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… (Anne Bronte Poems)
I hoped, that with the brave and strong,My portioned task might lie;To toil amid the busy throng,With purpose pure and ...
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 ...
Self-Congratulation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
Severed and Gone (Anne Bronte Poem)
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Power of Love (Anne Bronte Poem)
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
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: ...
My God! O let me call Thee mine! (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be ...
Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
Mirth And Mourning (Anne Bronte Poem)
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
If This Be All (Anne Bronte Poem)
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall ...
Last Lines (Anne Bronte Poem)
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
Farewell (Anne Bronte Poem)
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
Gloomily the Clouds (Anne Bronte Poem)
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Despondency (Anne Bronte Poem)
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
The Doubter’s Prayer (Anne Bronte Poems)
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
A Word To The ‘Elect’ (Anne Bronte Poems)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
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 ...
A Voice From The Dungeon (Anne Bronte Poem)
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
A Word To The Calvinists (Anne Bronte Poem)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
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 ...
A Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
A Hymn (Anne Bronte Poem)
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
A Prayer (Anne Bronte Poem)
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be ...