Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

1. A Fragment 12/31/2002
2. A Hymn 12/31/2002
3. A Prayer 1/3/2003
4. A Prisoner In A Dungeon Deep 12/31/2002
5. A Reminiscence 5/10/2001
6. A Voice From The Dungeon 12/31/2002
7. A Word To The Calvinists 12/31/2002
8. A Word To The 'Elect' 12/31/2002
9. Alexander And Zenobia 12/31/2002
10. An Orphan's Lament 12/31/2002
11. Appeal 12/31/2002
12. Call Me Away 12/31/2002
13. Confidence 12/31/2002
14. Despondency 12/31/2002
15. Dreams 12/31/2002
16. Farewell 12/31/2002
17. Fluctuations 12/31/2002
18. Fragment 12/31/2002
19. Gloomily The Clouds 12/31/2002
20. Home 12/31/2002
21. If This Be All 12/31/2002
22. In Memory Of A Happy Day In February 12/31/2002
23. Last Lines 12/31/2002
24. Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day 12/31/2002
25. Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I 12/31/2002
26. Lines Written At Thorp Green 12/31/2002
27. Lines Written From Home 12/31/2002
28. Memory 12/31/2002
29. Mirth And Mourning 12/31/2002
30. Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace 12/31/2002
31. Music On Christmas Morning 12/31/2002
32. My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine! 12/31/2002
33. My Soul Is Awakened 1/3/2003
34. Night 12/31/2002
35. Oh, They Have Robbed Me Of The Hope 12/31/2002
36. Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. 12/31/2002
37. Past Days 12/31/2002
38. Power Of Love 12/31/2002
39. Retirement 12/31/2002
40. Self Communion 12/31/2002
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

A Hymn

Eternal power of earth and air,
Unseen, yet seen in all around,
Remote, but dwelling everywhere,
Though silent, heard in every sound.
If e'er thine ear in mercy bent
When wretched mortals cried to thee,
And if indeed thy Son was sent
To save lost sinners such as me.

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