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 ...
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers ...
I dreamt last night; and in that dreamMy boyhood's heart was mine again;These latter years did nothing seemWith all their ...
Why, when I hear the stormy breathOf the wild winter windRushing o'er the mountain heath,Does sadness fill my mind? For ...
1 The lady of Alzerno's hallIs waiting for her lord;The blackbird's song, the cuckoo's callNo joy to her afford.She smiles ...
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 ...
In all we do, and hear, and see,Is restless Toil and Vanity.While yet the rolling earth abides,Men come and go ...
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 will not mourn thee, lovely one,Though thou art torn away.'Tis said that if the morning sunArise with dazzling ray ...
I hoped, that with the brave and strong,My portioned task might lie;To toil amid the busy throng,With purpose pure and ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
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 ...
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
I mourn with thee and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With Angel choirs I join my voice To ...
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
O, let me be alone a while, No human form is nigh. And may I sing and muse aloud, No ...
'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 ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that ...
O weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
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