Author: Anne Bronte

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 […]

Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; […]

That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now […]

I’m buried now; I’ve done with life; I’ve done with hate, revenge and strife; I’ve done with joy, and hope […]

Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs In those dear eyes of thine, To me a keener suffering brings, […]

‘The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: […]

Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured […]

‘O cast away your sorrow; A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be glad […]

Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor […]

My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be […]

We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O’er every mountain’s brow, We long have […]

Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy […]

Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders […]

1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master’s will to wait, The woody park so green and […]

Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There […]

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that […]

I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and […]