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Charlotte Brontë
Charlotte Brontë Poems
| 1. | Presentiment | 5/10/2001 |
| 2. | Gilbert | 5/10/2001 |
| 3. | Preference | 5/10/2001 |
| 4. | Apostasy | 5/10/2001 |
| 5. | The Wife's Will | 5/10/2001 |
| 6. | Winter Stores | 5/10/2001 |
| 7. | Frances | 5/10/2001 |
| 8. | The Missionary | 5/10/2001 |
| 9. | The Wood | 5/10/2001 |
| 10. | Stanzas | 5/10/2001 |
| 11. | Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor | 12/31/2002 |
| 12. | Pilate's Wife's Dream | 5/10/2001 |
| 13. | Mementos | 5/10/2001 |
| 14. | The Letter | 5/10/2001 |
| 15. | On The Death Of Anne Brontë | 5/10/2001 |
| 16. | Pleasure | 12/31/2002 |
| 17. | The Teacher's Monologue | 5/10/2001 |
| 18. | Passion | 5/10/2001 |
| 19. | Regret | 12/31/2002 |
| 20. | Parting | 5/10/2001 |
| 21. | Evening Solace | 5/10/2001 |
| 22. | Life | 5/10/2001 |
Life
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she ...
Winter Stores
WE take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.
