Anne Brontë

A Fragment 'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once A Hymn Eternal power of earth and air, Alexander And Zenobia Fair was the evening and brightly the sun An Orphan's Lament She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun Appeal Oh, I am very weary, A Prayer My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep A prisoner in a dungeon deep A Reminiscence YES, thou art gone ! and never more A Voice From The Dungeon I'm buried now; I've done with life; A Word To The Calvinists You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, A Word To The 'Elect' You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; Call Me Away Call me away; there's nothing here, Confidence Oppressed with sin and woe, Despondency I have gone backward in the work, Domestic Peace Why should such gloomy silence reign, Dreams While on my lonely couch I lie, Fluctuations What though the Sun had left my sky; Home How brightly glistening in the sun If This Be All O God! if this indeed be all "I hoped, that with the brave and strong..." I hoped, that with the brave and strong, In Memory Of A Happy Day In February Blessed be Thou for all the joy Lines composed in a Wood on a Windy Day My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring Lines Written From Home Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground, Memory Brightly the sun of summer shone, Music On Christmas Morning Music I love--but never strain My Soul is Awakened My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, Night I love the silent hour of night, Past Days 'Tis strange to think there WAS a time Self-congratulation Ellen, you were thoughtless once Stanzas Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs The Arbour I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, The Bluebell A fine and subtle spirit dwells The Captive Dove Poor restless dove, I pity thee; The Captive's Dream Methought I saw him but I knew him not; The Consolation Though bleak these woods and damp the ground The Doubter's Prayer Eternal Power, of earth and air! The Narrow Way Believe not those who say The Penitent I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice The Student's Serenade I have slept upon my couch, The Three Guides Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill: To Cowper Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard; Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas In all we do, and hear, and see, Views Of Life When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,