Poems by Anne Brontë
The Captive Dove
... In distant climes, at will to rove! Yet, hadst thou but one gentle mate ...
The Captive's Dream
... And that it might be possible if search were made, ...
Confidence
... But Thou who giv'st to those who seek, ...
The Consolation
... And overclouds my noon of day, When kindly thoughts that would have way ...
Despondency
... While tears fell thick and fast,And prayed to have my sins forgiven ...
The Doubter's Prayer
... To save lost sinners such as me: Then hear me now, while, kneeling here, ...
Dreams
... Those earnest looks of love to see, To feel my hand so kindly prest, ...
Farewell
... -- And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam ...
Fluctuations
... But now -- that light is gone! Thick vapours snatched her from my sight, ...
Fragment
... And feign to share their heartless glee, ...
Gloomily the Clouds
... Hoary winter striding on, --'Tis no marvel skies are lowering, ...
Home
... The wind of winter sighs:Now loud, it thunders o'er my head, ...
If This Be All
... The outward torrent's swell: While all the good I would impart, ...
In Memory of a Happy Day in February
... That shone direct from heaven! I felt there was a God on high ...
Last Lines
... And strive and labour not in vain,That inward strife against the sins ...
