Wind was Rough which Tore, The (Emily Bronte Poem)
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
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