Charlotte Bronte

"Arranging long-locked drawers and shelves     Of cabinets, shut up for years,     What a strange task we've set ourselves!     How still the lo"

"We take from life one little share,     And say that this shall be     A space, redeemed from toil and care,     From tears and sadness free."

"I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall­ The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, e"

"Speak of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and tractless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour Hurriedly through its ferny dells. Prof"

"LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these"

"SIT still­a word­a breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, The sweet, the deep, the full repose."

"Sit still­ a word­ a breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, The sweet, the deep, the full repose"

"The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done,­ I am, as it is bliss to be, Still and untroubled"

"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 One"

"WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, From tears and sadness free. And, haply, Death u"

""Sister, you've sat there all the day,     Come to the hearth awhile;     The wind so wildly sweeps away,     The clouds so darkly pile.     T"

"There's little joy in life for me,     And little terror in the grave;     I 've lived the parting hour to see     Of one I would have died to"

"I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start     Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall,     The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depar"

"The human heart has hidden treasures,     In secret kept, in silence sealed;     The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,     Whose"

"Long ago I wished to leave     "The house where I was born;"     Long ago I used to grieve,     My home seemed so forlorn.     In other years,"

"But two miles more, and then we rest!     Well, there is still an hour of day,     And long the brightness of the West     Will light us on our"

"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 w"

"She will not sleep, for fear of dreams,     But, rising, quits her restless bed,     And walks where some beclouded beams     Of moonlight thro"

"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:     The"

"Plough, vessel, plough the British main,     Seek the free ocean's wider plain;     Leave English scenes and English skies,     Unbind, disseve"

"Speak of the North! A lonely moor     Silent and dark and tractless swells,     The waves of some wild streamlet pour     Hurriedly through its"

"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;     If"

"Above the city hangs the moon,     Some clouds are boding rain;     Gilbert, erewhile on journey gone,     To-night comes home again.     Ten"

"Some have won a wild delight,     By daring wilder sorrow;     Could I gain thy love to-night,     I'd hazard death to-morrow.     Could th"

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

"Above the city hung the moon,     Right o'er a plot of ground     Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced     With lofty walls around:"

"Warm is the parlour atmosphere,     Serene the lamp's soft light;     The vivid embers, red and clear,     Proclaim a frosty night.     Books,"

"Not in scorn do I reprove thee,     Not in pride thy vows I waive,     But, believe, I could not love thee,     Wert thou prince, and I a slave"

"The room is quiet, thoughts alone     People its mute tranquillity;     The yoke put off, the long task done,     I am, as it is bliss to be,"

"Sit still, a word, a breath may break     (As light airs stir a sleeping lake)     The glassy calm that soothes my woes,     The sweet, the dee"

"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"

"What is she writing? Watch her now,     How fast her fingers move!     How eagerly her youthful brow     Is bent in thought above!     Her lon"

"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"