Brontë | 7 februari 2012
HOW beautiful the earth is still, To thee–how full of happiness ! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress ! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget December’s sullen time ! Why dost thou hold the treasure fast, Of youth’s delight, when youth is past, [...]
Brontë | 23 januari 2012
She’s gone — and twice the summer’s sun Has gilt Regina’s towers, And melted wild Angora’s snows, And warmed Exina’s bowers. The flowerets twice on hill and dale Have bloomed and died away, And twice the rustling forest leaves Have fallen to decay, And thrice stern winter’s icy hand Has checked the river’s flow, And [...]
Brontë | 18 januari 2012
ETERNAL Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in every sound. If e’er thine ear in mercy bent, When wretched mortals cried to Thee, And if, indeed, Thy Son was sent, To save lost sinners such as me: Then hear me now, while, kneeling [...]
Brontë | 16 januari 2012
” THE winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away;– “Iernë, round our sheltered hall November’s gusts unheeded call; Not one faint breath can enter here Enough to wave my daughter’s [...]
