Anne Brontë

(7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England)

Anne Brontë Poems

41. Memory 12/31/2002
42. Lines Written From Home 12/31/2002
43. Lines Written At Thorp Green 12/31/2002
44. Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I 12/31/2002
45. Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day 12/31/2002
46. Last Lines 12/31/2002
47. In Memory Of A Happy Day In February 12/31/2002
48. If This Be All 12/31/2002
49. Home 12/31/2002
50. Gloomily The Clouds 12/31/2002
51. Fragment 12/31/2002
52. Fluctuations 12/31/2002
53. Farewell 12/31/2002
54. Dreams 12/31/2002
55. Despondency 12/31/2002
56. Confidence 12/31/2002
57. Call Me Away 12/31/2002
58. Appeal 12/31/2002
59. An Orphan's Lament 12/31/2002
60. Alexander And Zenobia 12/31/2002
61. A Word To The 'Elect' 12/31/2002
62. A Word To The Calvinists 12/31/2002
63. A Voice From The Dungeon 12/31/2002
64. A Reminiscence 5/10/2001
65. A Prisoner In A Dungeon Deep 12/31/2002
66. A Prayer 1/3/2003
67. A Hymn 12/31/2002
68. A Fragment 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Brontë


Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold again
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating ...

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Z---------'s Dream

I dreamt last night; and in that dream
My boyhood's heart was mine again;
These latter years did nothing seem
With all their mingled joy and pain,
Their thousand deeds of good and ill,
Their hopes which time did not fulfil,
Their glorious moments of success,
Their love that closed in bitterness,
Their hate that grew with growing strength,

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