Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell by Emily Brontë;Charlotte Brontë;Anne Brontë
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With outward calm mask inward strife?"
She waited--as for some reply; The still and cloudy night gave none; Ere long, with deep-drawn, trembling sigh, Her heavy plaint again begun. "Unloved--I love; unwept--I weep; Grief I restrain--hope I repress: Vain is this anguish--fixed and deep; Vainer, desires and dreams of bliss. "My love awakes no love again, My tears collect, and fall unfelt; My sorrow touches none with pain, My humble hopes to nothing melt. "For me the universe is dumb, Stone-deaf, and blank, and wholly blind; Life I must bound, existence sum In the strait limits of one mind; "That mind my own. Oh! narrow cell; Dark--imageless--a living tomb! There must I sleep, there wake and dwell Content, with palsy, pain, and gloom." Again she paused; a moan of pain, A stifled sob, alone was heard; Long silence followed--then again |
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