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» ANNE BRONTË
Narrow Way, The
Believe not those who say
A dreadful darkness closes in
Three Guides, The
Spirit of earth! thy hand is chill.
Severed and Gone
Severed and gone, so many years!
'The mist is resting on the hill;
Gloomily the Clouds
Gloomily the clouds are sailing
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
Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs
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