Author: Anne Bronte

She’s gone and twice the summer’s sun Has gilt Regina’s towers, And melted wild Angora’s snows, And warmed Exina’s bowers. […]

‘Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the […]

Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is […]

You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine That grace unsought, which made […]

Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; […]

Music I love -­ but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse […]

Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before […]

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

Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And […]

A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his […]

O, let me be alone a while, No human form is nigh. And may I sing and muse aloud, No […]

While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes […]

Gloomily the clouds are sailing O’er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; […]

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

O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall […]

How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. […]

A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or […]

You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made […]

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

Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears […]