Winter-Night Meditations (Patrick Branwell Bronte Poems)
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Should poverty, modest and clean, E'er please, when presented to view, Should cabin on brown heath, or green, Disclose aught engaging to you, Should ...
One sunny morn of May, When dressed in flowery green The dewy landscape, charmed With Nature's fairest scene, In thoughtful mood I slowly strayed O'er hill ...
Aloft on the brow of a mountain, And hard by a clear running fountain, In neat little cot, Content with her lot, Retired, there ...
When, Reverend Sir, your good design, To clothe our Pilgrim gravely fine, And give him gentler mien and gait, First reached my ear, ...
The sun shines bright, the morning's fair, The gossamers float on the air, The dew-gems twinkle in the glare, The spider's loom Is closely ...
I sit, this evening, far away,From all I used to know,And nought reminds my soul to-dayOf happy long ago.Unwelcome cares, ...
On Ouse's grassy banks - last Whitsuntide,I sat, with fears and pleasures, in my soulCommingled, as 'it roamed without control,'O'er ...
I knew a flower whose leaves were meant to bloomTill Death should snatch it to adorn the tomb,Now, blanching 'neath ...
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