Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

41. Self-Congratulation 12/31/2002
42. Severed And Gone 12/31/2002
43. Song 12/31/2002
44. Song 2 12/31/2002
45. Stanzas 12/31/2002
46. The Arbour 12/31/2002
47. The Bluebell 12/31/2002
48. The Captive Dove 12/31/2002
49. The Captive's Dream 12/31/2002
50. The Consolation 12/31/2002
51. The Doubter's Prayer 12/31/2002
52. The Narrow Way 12/31/2002
53. The North Wind 12/31/2002
54. The Parting 12/31/2002
55. The Parting (2) 12/31/2002
56. The Penitent 12/31/2002
57. The Student's Serenade 12/31/2002
58. The Three Guides 12/31/2002
59. To -------- 12/31/2002
60. To Cowper 12/31/2002
61. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc. 12/31/2002
62. Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas 12/31/2002
63. Verses By Lady Geralda 12/31/2002
64. Verses To A Child 12/31/2002
65. Views Of Life 12/31/2002
66. Weep Not Too Much 12/31/2002
67. Yes Thou Art Gone 12/31/2002
68. Z---------'s Dream 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Brontë

Farewell

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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Song 2

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;

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