Poems
02.09.2010 / 19.41 pm
 
by Anne Bronte
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I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.

Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me.


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The Captive Dove

Poor restless dove, I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
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Song

We know where deepest lies the snow,
And where the frost-winds keenest blow,
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A Prisoner In A Dungeon Deep

A prisoner in a dungeon deep
Sat musing silently;
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Knecht Ruprecht - Santa's Helper

I came here from the forest
I tell you, it is a very holy night!
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Adelgitha

The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
And sad pale Adelgitha came,
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To Alice-sit-by-the-hour

Lady in the blue kimono, you that live across the way,
One may see you gazing, gazing gazing all the livelong day,
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Eurymine's Song

Ye sacred Fyres, and powers aboue,
Forge of desires working loue,
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A Serious And Pathetical Contemplation Of The Mercies Of Go

For all the mysteries, engines, instruments, wherewith the world is filled, whichwe are able to frame and use to thy glory. For all the trades, variety of operations, cities, temples, streets, bridges, mariner'scompass, admirable picture, sculpture, writing, printing, songs and music; wherewiththe world is beautified and adorned.
Much more for the regent life,
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