Charlotte Brontë

Apostasy THIS last denial of my faith, Evening Solace THE human heart has hidden treasures, Frances SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, Gilbert I. THE GARDEN. Life LIFE, believe, is not a dream Mementos ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves On The Death Of Anne Brontë THERE 's little joy in life for me, Parting THERE'S no use in weeping, Passion SOME have won a wild delight, Pilate's Wife's Dream I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Pleasure A Short Poem or Else Not Say I Preference NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Presentiment " Sister, you've sat there all the day, Regret Long ago I wished to leave Speak of the North! A Lonely Moor Speak of the North! A lonely moor Stanzas IF thou be in a lonely place, The Letter What is she writing? Watch her now, The Missionary Lough, vessel, plough the British main, The Teacher's Monologue THE room is quiet, thoughts alone The Wife's Will SIT still­a word­a breath may break The Wood BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Winter Stores WE take from life one little share,