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 ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Long ago I wished to leave " The house where I was born; " Long ago I used to grieve, ...
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