Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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