Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

41. My Soul Is Awakened 1/3/2003
42. A Fragment 12/31/2002
43. Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day 12/31/2002
44. Despondency 12/31/2002
45. The Consolation 12/31/2002
46. If This Be All 12/31/2002
47. The Doubter's Prayer 12/31/2002
48. Verses To A Child 12/31/2002
49. Gloomily The Clouds 12/31/2002
50. Call Me Away 12/31/2002
51. A Hymn 12/31/2002
52. Appeal 12/31/2002
53. The Captive's Dream 12/31/2002
54. A Reminiscence 5/10/2001
55. Oh, They Have Robbed Me Of The Hope 12/31/2002
56. Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace 12/31/2002
57. Retirement 12/31/2002
58. Confidence 12/31/2002
59. A Prayer 1/3/2003
60. The Captive Dove 12/31/2002
61. A Prisoner In A Dungeon Deep 12/31/2002
62. In Memory Of A Happy Day In February 12/31/2002
63. The Bluebell 12/31/2002
64. Alexander And Zenobia 12/31/2002
65. A Voice From The Dungeon 12/31/2002
66. Home 12/31/2002
67. Farewell 12/31/2002
68. Dreams 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Brontë


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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