Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

1. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc. 12/31/2002
2. Verses By Lady Geralda 12/31/2002
3. To Cowper 12/31/2002
4. Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas 12/31/2002
5. The Three Guides 12/31/2002
6. The North Wind 12/31/2002
7. Stanzas 12/31/2002
8. Song 2 12/31/2002
9. To -------- 12/31/2002
10. Z---------'s Dream 12/31/2002
11. The Penitent 12/31/2002
12. Lines Written At Thorp Green 12/31/2002
13. The Parting (2) 12/31/2002
14. Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. 12/31/2002
15. The Student's Serenade 12/31/2002
16. Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I 12/31/2002
17. Severed And Gone 12/31/2002
18. Song 12/31/2002
19. Mirth And Mourning 12/31/2002
20. Self Communion 12/31/2002
21. Weep Not Too Much 12/31/2002
22. Views Of Life 12/31/2002
23. The Parting 12/31/2002
24. My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine! 12/31/2002
25. The Arbour 12/31/2002
26. The Narrow Way 12/31/2002
27. Last Lines 12/31/2002
28. Lines Written From Home 12/31/2002
29. Yes Thou Art Gone 12/31/2002
30. Fluctuations 12/31/2002
31. A Word To The Calvinists 12/31/2002
32. Past Days 12/31/2002
33. A Word To The 'Elect' 12/31/2002
34. Night 12/31/2002
35. An Orphan's Lament 12/31/2002
36. Fragment 12/31/2002
37. A Fragment 12/31/2002
38. Despondency 12/31/2002
39. Memory 12/31/2002
40. Self-Congratulation 12/31/2002

Comments about Anne Brontë

  • Wanu Xwl (5/10/2017 3:48:00 PM)

    Anne Bronte is my favourite poet and her language uses in poems is attractive

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  • Loyo Rita (3/12/2013 5:14:00 PM)

    Anne is one of my favourite writers. Love her masterpiece 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'.
    P.S. The picture used here is the portrait of Anne's sister Charlotte, not Anne herself. Please change it.

  • Loyo Rita (3/12/2013 5:12:00 PM)

    Anne is one of my favourite writers. Love her masterpiece 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'.
    P.S. The picture used here is the portrait of Anne's sister Charlotte, not Anne herself. Please change it.

Best Poem of Anne Brontë

Dreams

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see, ...

Read the full of Dreams

To --------

I will not mourn thee, lovely one,
Though thou art torn away.
'Tis said that if the morning sun
Arise with dazzling ray
And shed a bright and burning beam
Athwart the glittering main,
'Ere noon shall fade that laughing gleam
Engulfed in clouds and rain.

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