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 ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
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 ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
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 ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And ...
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream ...
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