Anne Brontë

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

Anne Brontë Poems

41. Self-Congratulation 12/31/2002
42. Severed And Gone 12/31/2002
43. Song 12/31/2002
44. Song 2 12/31/2002
45. Stanzas 12/31/2002
46. The Arbour 12/31/2002
47. The Bluebell 12/31/2002
48. The Captive Dove 12/31/2002
49. The Captive's Dream 12/31/2002
50. The Consolation 12/31/2002
51. The Doubter's Prayer 12/31/2002
52. The Narrow Way 12/31/2002
53. The North Wind 12/31/2002
54. The Parting 12/31/2002
55. The Parting (2) 12/31/2002
56. The Penitent 12/31/2002
57. The Student's Serenade 12/31/2002
58. The Three Guides 12/31/2002
59. To -------- 12/31/2002
60. To Cowper 12/31/2002
61. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc. 12/31/2002
62. Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas 12/31/2002
63. Verses By Lady Geralda 12/31/2002
64. Verses To A Child 12/31/2002
65. Views Of Life 12/31/2002
66. Weep Not Too Much 12/31/2002
67. Yes Thou Art Gone 12/31/2002
68. Z---------'s Dream 12/31/2002

Comments about Anne Brontë

  • 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.

  • 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

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

We know where deepest lies the snow,
And where the frost-winds keenest blow,
O'er every mountain's brow,
We long have known and learnt to bear
The wandering outlaw's toil and care,
But where we late were hunted, there
Our foes are hunted now.
We have their princely homes, and they
To our wild haunts are chased away,

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