Winter Stores By Charlotte Brontë

Winter Stores WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, From tears and…

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Pilate’s Wife’s Dream By Charlotte Brontë

Pilate’s Wife’s Dream I’ve quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall­ The crash blent with…

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Apostasy By Charlotte Brontë

Apostasy THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call not back a word….

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The Letter By Charlotte Brontë

The Letter WHAT is she writing ? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in thought…

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Presentiment By Charlotte Brontë

Presentiment ‘ SISTER, you’ve sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The clouds so darkly pile….

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The Wife’s Will By Charlotte Brontë

The Wife’s Will SIT still­a word­a breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, The sweet,…

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Life By Charlotte Brontë

Life LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds…

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Stanzas By Charlotte Brontë

Stanzas IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour’s calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O’er this sweet day’s decline;…

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Mementos By Charlotte Brontë

Mementos ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we’ve set ourselves ! How still the lonely room…

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The Teacher’s Monologue By Charlotte Brontë

The Teacher’s Monologue THE room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done,­ I am, as it…

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Passion By Charlotte Brontë

Passion SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I’d hazard death to-morrow. Could the battle-struggle earn…

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The Missionary By Charlotte Brontë

The Missionary LOUGH, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean’s wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever English ties; Bear…

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Gilbert By Charlotte Brontë

Gilbert I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o’er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced With lofty walls…

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The Wood By Charlotte Brontë

The Wood BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the…

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Parting By Charlotte Brontë

Parting THERE’S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There’s such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one’s heart: There’s such…

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Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor By Charlotte Brontë

Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild…

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On The Death Of Anne Brontë By Charlotte Brontë

On The Death Of Anne Brontë THERE ‘s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave ; I ‘ve lived the…

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Regret By Charlotte Brontë

Regret Long ago I wished to leave ” The house where I was born; ” Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so…

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Frances By Charlotte Brontë

Frances SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams Of moonlight through the…

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Preference By Charlotte Brontë

Preference NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love thee, Wert thou prince,…

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Evening Solace By Charlotte Brontë

Evening Solace THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;­ The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were…

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Pleasure By Charlotte Brontë

Pleasure A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art’s temples dwells, In palaces and towers where…

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Apostasy – Charlotte Bronte

THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call not back a word. Point…

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