Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace (Anne Bronte Poem)
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Anne Bronte Poems (70 Poems)
Music on Christmas Morning (Anne Bronte Poem)
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Narrow Way (Anne Bronte Poem)
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
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 ...
Lines Written at Thorp Green (Anne Bronte Poem)
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
Lines Written From Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
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 ...
Home (Anne Bronte Poem)
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
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 ...
In Memory of a Happy Day in February (Anne Bronte Poem)
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
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 ...
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 ...
Dreams (Anne Bronte Poem)
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
Farewell (Anne Bronte Poem)
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; ...
Fluctuations (Anne Bronte Poem)
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Fragment (Anne Bronte Poem)
Yes I will take a cheerful tone And feign to share their heartless glee, But I would rather weep alone ...
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; ...
The Captive’s Dream (Anne Bronte Poems)
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
Confidence (Anne Bronte Poem)
Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not ...
The Consolation (Anne Bronte Poem)
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
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 ...
The Captive Dove (Anne Bronte Poem)
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
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 ...
The Bluebell (Anne Bronte Poem)
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
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 ...