Poems
02.09.2010 / 19.41 pm
 
by Anne Bronte
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How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;

Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.

For yonder garden, fair and wide,
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;

Restore to me that little spot,
With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within --
Oh, give me back my HOME!


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Lines Written From Home

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The following are some of the thoughts that now and then solace a governess:
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Autobiography

My father made the walls resound,
He wore his collar the wrong way round.
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The House Of Life: The Sonnet

A Sonnet is a moment's monument,
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
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Sonnet 75

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
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O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,
That burns in glorious Araby,
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Psalm 119 Part 2

Secret devotion and spiritual-mindedness.

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