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Charlotte Brontė
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(1816-1855)
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Apostasy
This last denial of my faith,
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Evening Solace
The human heart has hidden treasures,
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Frances
She will not sleep, for fear of dreams,
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Gilbert
Above the city hung the moon,
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Letter, The
What is she writing? Watch her now,
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Life
Life, believe, is not a drea
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Mementos
Arranging long-locked drawers and shelves
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Missionary, The
Lough, vessel, plough the British main
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On The Death Of Anne Brontė
There's little joy in life for me
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Parting
There's no use in weeping,
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Passion
Some have won a wild delight
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Pilate's Wife's Dream
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that star
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Pleasure
True pleasure breathes not city air,
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Preference
Not in scorn do I reprove thee
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Presentiment
"Sister, you've sat there all the day,
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Regret
Long ago I wished to leave
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Speak of the North! A Lonely Moor
Speak of the North! A lonely moor
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Stanzas
If thou be in a lonely place
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Teacher's Monologue, The
The room is quiet, thoughts alone
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Wife's Will, The
Sit still a word a breath may break
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Winter Stores
We take from life one little share
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Wood, The
But two miles more, and then we rest !
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