Anne Brontë

(7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England)

Anne Brontë Poems

1. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc. 12/31/2002
2. Verses By Lady Geralda 12/31/2002
3. To Cowper 12/31/2002
4. Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas 12/31/2002
5. The Three Guides 12/31/2002
6. To -------- 12/31/2002
7. Stanzas 12/31/2002
8. Z---------'s Dream 12/31/2002
9. Song 2 12/31/2002
10. Views Of Life 12/31/2002
11. Mirth And Mourning 12/31/2002
12. The Penitent 12/31/2002
13. Severed And Gone 12/31/2002
14. The North Wind 12/31/2002
15. Lines Written At Thorp Green 12/31/2002
16. Weep Not Too Much 12/31/2002
17. Verses To A Child 12/31/2002
18. The Parting (2) 12/31/2002
19. Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. 12/31/2002
20. Self Communion 12/31/2002
21. The Student's Serenade 12/31/2002
22. Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I 12/31/2002
23. Song 12/31/2002
24. Yes Thou Art Gone 12/31/2002
25. My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine! 12/31/2002
26. Fluctuations 12/31/2002
27. A Word To The 'Elect' 12/31/2002
28. In Memory Of A Happy Day In February 12/31/2002
29. Self-Congratulation 12/31/2002
30. Fragment 12/31/2002
31. Memory 12/31/2002
32. The Parting 12/31/2002
33. Lines Written From Home 12/31/2002
34. Power Of Love 12/31/2002
35. Music On Christmas Morning 12/31/2002
36. Past Days 12/31/2002
37. The Arbour 12/31/2002
38. The Narrow Way 12/31/2002
39. A Word To The Calvinists 12/31/2002
40. Last Lines 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Brontë

Farewell

Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold again
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating ...

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A Hymn

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.

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