Poems of Anne Brontë
|21.||If This Be All||12/31/2002|
|22.||In Memory of a Happy Day in February||12/31/2002|
|24.||Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day||12/31/2002|
|25.||Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I||12/31/2002|
|26.||Lines Written at Thorp Green||12/31/2002|
|27.||Lines Written From Home||12/31/2002|
|29.||Mirth And Mourning||12/31/2002|
|30.||Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace||12/31/2002|
|31.||Music on Christmas Morning||12/31/2002|
|32.||My God! O let me call Thee mine!||12/31/2002|
|33.||My Soul is Awakened||1/3/2003|
|35.||Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope||12/31/2002|
|36.||Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E.||12/31/2002|
|38.||Power of Love||12/31/2002|
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs!
Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory!
The oppressed have risen to redress their wrongs;
The Tyrants are o'erthrown; the Land is free!
The Land is free! Aye, shout it forth once more;
Is she not red with her oppressors' gore?
We are her champions -- shall we not rejoice?
Are not the tyrants' broad domains our own?
Then wherefore triumph with a faltering voice;