Self-Interrogation (Emily Bronte Poem)
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought ...
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