Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

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

Comments about Anne Brontë

  • 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

  • Wanu Xwl (5/10/2017 3:48:00 PM)

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

  • 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

Farewell

Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold again
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating ...

Read the full of Farewell

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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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