Far, far away is mirth withdrawn (Emily Bronte Poem)
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
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