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Oh, weep not, love! each tear that
In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering
Than if they flowed from mine.
And do not droop! however
The fate awaiting thee;
For MY sake combat pain and care,
And cherish life for me!
I do not fear thy love will fail;
Thy faith is true,
I know;
But, oh, my love! thy strength is
For such a life of woe.
Were 't not for this,
I well could trace(Though banished long from thee)Life's rugged path, and boldly
The storms that threaten me.
Fear not for me—I've steeled my
Sorrow and strife to greet;
Joy with my love I leave behind,
Care with my friends I meet.
A mother's sad reproachful eye,
A father's scowling brow—But he may frown and she may sigh:
I will not break my vow!
I love my mother,
I
My sire, but fear not me—Believe that Death alone can
This faithful heart from thee.
Anne Bronte
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Lines inscribed on the wall of a dungeon in the southern p of i
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is shining clear, Though not a gleam can visit me
To Cowper
Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard; And oft, in childhood's years, I've read them o'er and o'er again, With floods of silent tears
Power of Love
Love, indeed thy strength is Thus, alone, such strife to bear —Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing —Death, and Madness, and Despair 'Tis not my own strength has saved me; Health, and hope, and fortitude,
The Captives Dream
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek, No sunny smile upon his ashy lips,