Loud without the wind was roaring (Emily Jane Bronte Poems)
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding.In my certain faith of joy to be—Strike again, Time's withered branch dividingFrom ...
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