Author: Anne Bronte

That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light […]

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tires of weeping, My heart is sick […]

Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not […]

Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in […]

Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky […]

Come to the banquet triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords and sing of Victory! The oppressed have risen […]

What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And […]

Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in […]

I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may […]

Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear Three ‘gainst one, and never ceasing Death, and […]