Life and Works of Charlotte Bronté and Her Sisters: The professor: with poems, by C. Bron téScribner, Welford, & Armstrong, 1873 |
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Seite 141 - LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am.
Seite 353 - ... of further grieving Stirred my soul that awful day. Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting ; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze : Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. But they wept not, but they changed not, Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not — Wandered not, nor yet reposed ! So I knew that...
Seite 444 - I hoped that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. " But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well: I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish fell.
Seite 349 - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...
Seite 406 - The scenery of these hills is not grand - it is not romantic; it is scarcely striking. Long low moors, dark with heath, shut in little valleys, where a stream waters, here and there, a fringe of stunted copse. Mills and scattered cottages chase romance from these valleys; it is only higher up, deep in amongst the ridges of the moors, that Imagination can find rest for the sole of her foot: and even if she finds it there, she must be a solitude-loving raven - no gentle dove.
Seite 408 - mid barren hills, Where winter howls, and driving rain; But, if the dreary tempest chills, There is a light that warms again. The house is old, the trees are bare...
Seite 421 - I ween this heart has ceased to care ; Then why dost thou such feelings bring To my sad spirit, old guitar ? It is as if the warm sunlight In some deep glen should lingering stay, When clouds of storm, or shades of night, Have wrapt the parent orb away.
Seite 374 - And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, " Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty ! " Yes, as my swift days near their goal, Tis all that I implore ; In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Seite 358 - Oh ! dreadful is the check — intense the agony — When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see ; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again ; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
Seite 350 - Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong ! No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me ; All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy ; Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.