Anne Brontë Poems
- Farewell Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all ...
- Dreams While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself ...
- A Voice From The Dungeon I'm buried now; I've done with ...
- Home How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ...
- The Bluebell A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little...
- Alexander And Zenobia Fair was the evening and brightly the ...
- In Memory Of A Happy Day In Fe... Blessed be Thou for all ...
Anne Brontë was a British novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
The daughter of a poor Irish clergyman in the Church of England, Anne Brontë lived most of her life with her family at the parish of Haworth on the Yorkshire moors. For a couple of years she went to a boarding school. At the age of nineteen, she left Haworth working as a governess between 1839 and 1845. After leaving her teaching position, she fulfilled her literary ambitions. She wrote a volume of poetry with her sisters (Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, 1846) and in short succession she wrote two novels. Agnes Grey, based upon her experiences as a governess, was published in ... more »
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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,