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Farewell

Farewell to thee! but not

To all my fondest thoughts of thee:

Within my heart they still shall dwell;

And they shall cheer and comfort me.

O, beautiful, and full of grace!

If thou hadst never met mine eye,

I had not dreamed a living

Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne'er behold

That form and face so dear to me,

Nor hear thy voice, still would I

Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose

Can wake an echo in my breast,

Creating feelings that, alone,

Can make my tranced spirit blest.

That laughing eye, whose sunny

My memory would not cherish less; -And oh, that smile! whose joyous

Nor mortal language can express.

Adieu, but let me cherish, still,

The hope with which I cannot part.

Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,

But still it lingers in my heart.

And who can tell but Heaven, at last,

May answer all my thousand prayers,

And bid the future pay the

With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

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Anne Bronte

Anne Brontë (17 January 1820 – 28 May 1849) was an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.

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