Anne Bronte

"Come to the banquet, triumph in your songs!     Strike up the chords, and sing of Victory!     The oppressed have risen to redress their wrongs;"

"When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,     And life can shew no joy for me;     And I behold a yawning tomb,     Where bowers and palaces shoul"

"Eternal Power, of earth and air!     Unseen, yet seen in all around,     Remote, but dwelling everywhere,     Though silent, heard in every sou"

"'The mist is resting on the hill;     The smoke is hanging in the air;     The very clouds are standing still:     A breathless calm broods eve"

"Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek, No sunny smile upon his"

"My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be Thine; My feeble faith still clings to Thee. N"

"Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor death, nor want have entered here? W"

"While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own. Then I may cherish a"

"Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me. O,"

"Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in every sound. If e'er thine e"

"Music I love -­ but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­ As that w"

"Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders round With wild and melancholy moan"

"Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear. They will not let me see th"

"Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers"

"A prisoner in a dungeon deep     Sat musing silently;     His head was rested on his hand,     His elbow on his knee.     Turned he his thoug"

"A fine and subtle spirit dwells     In every little flower,     Each one its own sweet feeling breathes     With more or less of power.     T"

"1     O raise those eyes to me again     And smile again so joyously,     And fear not, love; it was not pain     Nor grief that drew these tears"

"Methought I saw him but I knew him not;     He was so changed from what he used to be,     There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek,     No s"

"Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill:     I've felt its icy clasp;     And, shuddering, I remember still     That stony-hearted grasp.     Thine"

"Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs     In those dear eyes of thine,     To me a keener suffering brings,     Than if they flowed from m"

"You may rejoice to think yourselves secure;     You may be grateful for the gift divine     That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pu"

"That summer sun, whose genial glow     Now cheers my drooping spirit so     Must cold and distant be,     And only light our northern clime"

"That wind is from the North, I know it well;     No other breeze could have so wild a swell.     Now deep and loud it thunders round my cell,"

"Yes, thou art gone! and never more     Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;     But I may pass the old church door,     And pace the floor that co"

"I have slept upon my couch,     But my spirit did not rest,     For the labours of the day     Yet my weary soul opprest;     And, before my"

"Gloomily the clouds are sailing     O'er the dimly moonlit sky;     Dolefully the wind is wailing;     Not another sound is nigh;     Only I"

"O weep not, love! each tear that springs     In those dear eyes of thine,     To me a keener suffering brings     Than if they flowed from mine"

"Love, indeed thy strength is mighty     Thus, alone, such strife to bear,     Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing,     Death, and Madness, and"

"I dreamt last night; and in that dream     My boyhood's heart was mine again;     These latter years did nothing seem     With all their mingle"

"I have gone backward in the work;     The labour has not sped;     Drowsy and dark my spirit lies,     Heavy and dull as lead.     How can I"

"Brightly the sun of summer shone,     Green fields and waving woods upon,     And soft winds wandered by;     Above, a sky of purest blue,"

"Music I love, but never strain     Could kindle raptures so divine,     So grief assuage, so conquer pain,     And rouse this pensive heart of"

"Poor restless dove, I pity thee;     And when I hear thy plaintive moan,     I mourn for thy captivity,     And in thy woes forget mine own."

"Oppressed with sin and woe,     A burdened heart I bear,     Opposed by many a mighty foe;     But I will not despair.     With this polluted"

"We know where deepest lies the snow,     And where the frost-winds keenest blow,     O'er every mountain's brow,     We long have known and lea"

"I mourn with thee and yet rejoice     That thou shouldst sorrow so;     With Angel choirs I join my voice     To bless the sinner's woe."

"My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,     And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;     For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roa"

"My God (oh, let me call Thee mine,     Weak, wretched sinner though I be),     My trembling soul would fain be Thine;     My feeble faith still"

"Farewell to thee! but not farewell     To all my fondest thoughts of thee:     Within my heart they still shall dwell;     And they shall cheer"

"Blessed be Thou for all the joy     My soul has felt to-day!     Oh, let its memory stay with me,     And never pass away!     I was alone, f"

"!Severed and gone, so many years!     And art thou still so dear to me,     That throbbing heart and burning tears     Can witness how I cling"

"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.     T"

"Oh, I am very weary,     Though tears no longer flow;     My eyes are tires of weeping,     My heart is sick of woe;     My life is very lone"

"Call me away; there's nothing here,     That wins my soul to stay;     Then let me leave this prospect drear,     And hasten far away.     To"

"Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground,     With fallen leaves so thickly strewn,     And cold the wind that wanders round     With wild"

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

"In all we do, and hear, and see,     Is restless Toil and Vanity;     While yet the rolling earth abides,     Men come and go like Ocean tides;"

"Yes I will take a cheerful tone     And feign to share their heartless glee,     But I would rather weep alone     Than laugh amid their revelr"

"'O cast away your sorrow;     A while, at least, be gay!     If grief must come tomorrow,     At least, be glad today!     'How can you still"

"Though not a breath can enter here,     I know the wind blows fresh and free;     I know the sun is shining clear,     Though not a gleam can v"

"Jan 7th     A dreadful darkness closes in     On my bewildered mind;     O let me suffer and not sin,     Be tortured yet resigned.     Thr"

"1     The lady of Alzerno's hall     Is waiting for her lord;     The blackbird's song, the cuckoo's call     No joy to her afford.     She smil"

"I'll rest me in this sheltered bower,     And look upon the clear blue sky     That smiles upon me through the trees,     Which stand so thickl"

"While on my lonely couch I lie,     I seldom feel myself alone,     For fancy fills my dreaming eye     With scenes and pleasures of its own."

"I love the silent hour of night,     For blissful dreams may then arise,     Revealing to my charmed sight     What may not bless my waking eye"

"Oh, they have robbed me of the hope     My spirit held so dear;     They will not let me hear that voice     My soul delights to hear.     Th"

"Believe not those who say     The upward path is smooth,     Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,     And faint before the truth.     It is"

"You may rejoice to think yourselves secure,     You may be grateful for the gift divine,     That grace unsought which made your black hearts pu"

"My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring     And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;     For above and around me the wild wind is roaring"

"Why should such gloomy silence reign;     And why is all the house so drear,     When neither danger, sickness, pain,     Nor death, nor want h"