Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

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

Z---------'s Dream

I dreamt last night; and in that dream
My boyhood's heart was mine again;
These latter years did nothing seem
With all their mingled joy and pain,
Their thousand deeds of good and ill,
Their hopes which time did not fulfil,
Their glorious moments of success,
Their love that closed in bitterness,
Their hate that grew with growing strength,

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