Winter Stores by Charlotte Bronte — Sad Poetry Lines

"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"

"The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic's"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"