That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling (Emily Bronte Poem)
That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling ...
That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may ...
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