Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

1. To Cowper 12/31/2002
2. Verses By Lady Geralda 12/31/2002
3. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc. 12/31/2002
4. Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas 12/31/2002
5. The Three Guides 12/31/2002
6. To -------- 12/31/2002
7. Song 2 12/31/2002
8. Z---------'s Dream 12/31/2002
9. The North Wind 12/31/2002
10. Stanzas 12/31/2002
11. The Penitent 12/31/2002
12. Severed And Gone 12/31/2002
13. Mirth And Mourning 12/31/2002
14. Lines Written At Thorp Green 12/31/2002
15. Weep Not Too Much 12/31/2002
16. The Parting (2) 12/31/2002
17. Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. 12/31/2002
18. Song 12/31/2002
19. Self Communion 12/31/2002
20. The Student's Serenade 12/31/2002
21. Yes Thou Art Gone 12/31/2002
22. Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I 12/31/2002
23. My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine! 12/31/2002
24. Self-Congratulation 12/31/2002
25. Last Lines 12/31/2002
26. Memory 12/31/2002
27. Power Of Love 12/31/2002
28. Views Of Life 12/31/2002
29. Past Days 12/31/2002
30. The Arbour 12/31/2002
31. The Parting 12/31/2002
32. A Word To The Calvinists 12/31/2002
33. A Word To The 'Elect' 12/31/2002
34. An Orphan's Lament 12/31/2002
35. My Soul Is Awakened 1/3/2003
36. Night 12/31/2002
37. The Narrow Way 12/31/2002
38. A Fragment 12/31/2002
39. Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day 12/31/2002
40. Verses To A Child 12/31/2002

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    the poem talks about someone who evidently was reaching into a rose bush and scratched his hand;

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  • Manideep (9/9/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    I love the lines composed on a windy day

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  • Mayank Shah (5/18/2018 9:17:00 AM)

    Nice....kindly check my poem give your views about it

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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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

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;