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 ...
1 O raise those eyes to me againAnd smile again so joyously,And fear not, love; it was not painNor grief ...
Weep not too much, my darling;Sigh not too oft for me;Say not the face of NatureHas lost its charm for ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
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: ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
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