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. Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace 12/31/2002
54. The Captive's Dream 12/31/2002
55. A Reminiscence 5/10/2001
56. Oh, They Have Robbed Me Of The Hope 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

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

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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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