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Was a British novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
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Anne Bronte's poems
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A prisoner in a dungeon deep
Sat musing silently;
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When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,
And life can shew no joy for me;
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My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
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How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
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My sister Anne had to taste the cup of life as it is mixed for the class termed "Governesses."
The following are some of the thoughts that now and then solace a governess:
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Poor restless dove, I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
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Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
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I mourn with thee and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
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We know where deepest lies the snow,
And where the frost-winds keenest blow,
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I have gone backward in the work,
The labour has not sped,
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I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
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Methought I saw him but I knew him not;
He was so changed from what he used to be,
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