Charlotte Brontë

(21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855 / Yorkshire, England)

Charlotte Brontë Poems

1. The Missionary 5/10/2001
2. The Wife's Will 5/10/2001
3. The Wood 5/10/2001
4. Gilbert 5/10/2001
5. The Letter 5/10/2001
6. Preference 5/10/2001
7. Presentiment 5/10/2001
8. Apostasy 5/10/2001
9. The Teacher's Monologue 5/10/2001
10. Pilate's Wife's Dream 5/10/2001
11. Frances 5/10/2001
12. Stanzas 5/10/2001
13. Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor 12/31/2002
14. Mementos 5/10/2001
15. Pleasure 12/31/2002
16. Winter Stores 5/10/2001
17. Evening Solace 5/10/2001
18. Regret 12/31/2002
19. Passion 5/10/2001
20. Parting 5/10/2001
21. On The Death Of Anne Brontë 5/10/2001
22. Life 5/10/2001

Comments about Charlotte Brontë

  • Harkeerat (1/30/2019 5:11:00 AM)

    Where's is the poem called Retrospective? It's one of the best I've ever read, sad to see it's not here

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  • claudette parazoo (1/18/2019 10:14:00 AM)

    Reality at its best...love it. I like to feel a kick in the teeth once in awhile...bite hard when it hits you. There are lies, so soothing, and we are so gullible. Charlotte Bronte is an author whose truth is ours to construe.

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  • Big Jim (12/6/2018 11:38:00 AM)

    I love poetry........................................................

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  • Najeeb (10/18/2018 2:52:00 PM)

    masu anamiy trumaine madamme azzelle. Jha suitee montaguada. Bronte Charlotte.

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  • Rays Sparkle (7/3/2010 3:48:00 AM)

    A Motherly woman with a poetess' heart

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Best Poem of Charlotte Brontë

Parting

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every...

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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.

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