Showing posts with label Anne Brontë (1820-1849). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Brontë (1820-1849). Show all posts

Anne Brontë – A Fragment

Anne Brontë – A Fragment
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless onceOf beauty or of grace,Simple and homely in attireCareless of form and face.Then whence this change, and why so oftDost smooth thy hazel hair?And wherefore deck thy youthful formWith such unwearied care?'Tell us ­- and cease to tire our earsWith...

Anne Brontë – Views Of Life

Anne Brontë – Views Of Life
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers and palaces should be;In vain you talk of morbid dreams;In vain you gaily smiling say,That what to me so dreary seems,The healthy mind deems bright and gay.I too have smiled,...

Anne Brontë – The Three Guides

Anne Brontë – The Three Guides
Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill:I've felt its icy clasp;And, shuddering, I remember stillThat stony-hearted grasp.Thine eye bids love and joy depart:Oh, turn its gaze from me!It presses down my shrinking heart;I will not walk with thee!"Wisdom is mine," I've heard thee say:"Beneath...

Anne Brontë – The Narrow Way

Anne Brontë – The Narrow Way
Believe not those who sayThe upward path is smooth,Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,And faint before the truth.It is the only roadUnto the realms of joy;But he who seeks that blest abodeMust all his powers employ.Bright hopes and pure delightUpon his course may beam,And there,...

Anne Brontë – I hoped

Anne Brontë – I hoped
I hoped, that with the brave and strong,My portioned task might lie;To toil amid the busy throng,With purpose pure and high.But God has fixed another part,And He has fixed it well;I said so with my bleeding heart,When first the anguish fell.Thou, God, hast taken our delight,Our...