Anne Brontë
(1820-1849)

Narrow Way, The
     Believe not those who say
Last Lines
     A dreadful darkness closes in
Three Guides, The
     Spirit of earth! thy hand is chill.
Severed and Gone
     Severed and gone, so many years!
Self Communion
     'The mist is resting on the hill;
Gloomily the Clouds
     Gloomily the clouds are sailing
Z---------'s Dream
     I dreamt last night; and in that dream
Power of Love
     Love, indeed thy strength is mighty
Weep Not Too Much
     Weep not too much, my darling;
Mirth And Mourning
     'O cast away your sorrow; --
Monday Night May 11th 1846 / Domestic Peace
     Why should such gloomy silence reign;
Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope
     Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep
     A prisoner in a dungeon deep
Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E.
     O weep not, love! each tear that springs
Stanzas
     Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs
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