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| 4711. | The Penitent by Anne Bronte | | I mourn with thee and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With Angel choirs I join my voice
To bless the sinner's woe.
Though friends and k... |
| 4712. | Power of Love by Anne Bronte | | Love, indeed thy strength is mighty
Thus, alone, such strife to bear --
Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing --
Death, and Madness, and Despair!
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| 4713. | The Captive Dove by Anne Bronte | | Poor restless dove, I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
I mourn for thy captivity,
And in thy woes forget mine own.
To see thee... |
| 4714. | Apples by Laurie Lee | | Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
The russet... |
| 4715. | April Rise by Laurie Lee | | If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder o... |
| 4717. | In the Depths by Arthur Hugh Clough | | It is not sweet content, be sure,
That moves the nobler Muse to song,
Yet when could truth come whole and pure
From hearts that inly writhe with wr... |
| 4718. | To Spend Uncounted Years Of Pain by Arthur Hugh Clough | | To spend uncounted years of pain
Again, again, and yet again
In working out in heart and brain
The problem of our being here,
To gather facts from... |
| 4719. | Ye Flags of Picadilly by Arthur Hugh Clough | | Ye flags of Piccadilly,
Where I posted up and down,
And wished myself so often
Well away from you and town--
Are the people walking quietly
And... |
| 4720. | A Cross-Road Epitaph by Amy Levy | | "Am Kreuzweg wird begraben
Wer selber brachte sich um."
When first the world grew dark to me
I call'd on God, yet came not he.
Whereon, as wea... |
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