Prisoner, The – (A Fragment) (Emily Bronte Poem)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought ...
The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been ...
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 ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
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