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- Poems by Charlotte Brontё
- Sunrise
- Sunset
- The Churchyard
- Lines by One who was Tired of Dullness upon the Same Occasion
- Lines spoken by a lawyer on the occasion of the transfer of this magazine
- On the great Bay of the Glass Town
- Addressed to the tower of all nations
- «in this fairy land of light…»
- Harvest in Spain
- «Merry England, land of glory…»
- Found in the Inn belonging to You
- On Seeing a Beautiful Statue and a Rich Golden Vase full of Wine, lying beside it in the Desert of Sahara
- The Song of the Ancient Britons on Leaving the Genii Land
- On Seeing the Garden of a Genius
- Poetry
- The Glass Town
- «High minded Frenchmen love not the ghost…»
- «What is more glorious in nature or art…»
- «Lo our mighty chieftains come…»
- «Now sweetly shines the golden sun…»
- «I think of thee when the moonbeams play…»
- «Long my anxious ear hath listend…»
- «Proudly the sun has sunk to rest…»
- «O spirits of the sky were there…»
- Written upon the Occasion of the Dinner given to the Literati of the Glass-Town
- A Wretch in Prison by Murry
- Home-Sickness
- Matin
- «Hearken O Mortal to the wail…»
- Serenade
- «The pearl within the shell concealed…»
- Lines on seeing the portrait of — [Marian Hume], Painted by De Liste
- The Violet
- The Evening Walk (A Poem By the Marquis of Douro in Pindaric Metre)
- The Vision
- Vesper
- Written on the Summit of a High Mountain in the North of England
- Young Man Naughty’s Adventure
- «Lo! the light of the morning is flowing…»
- On Seeing an Ancient Dirk in the Armory of the Tower of All Nations Bloodstained with Three Distinet Spots which marks none have yet been able to erase (By the M [arquis of] Douro)
- Fragment
- Line Addressed to Lady Z [enobia] E [lrington] Sent with My Portrait Which She Had Asked Me to Give Her by Marquis Douro
- Pleasure
- Reflections on the fate of neglected Genius
- Winter. A Short Poem
- «Now fall the last drops of the shower…»
- A Traveller’s Meditations
- Lines to the Aragva, a River of the Caucasian Mountains (by Douro)
- Song by Lord Wellesley
- «Death is here, I feel his power…»
- «Haste, bring us the wine cup…»
- «O blessed, mildly rising morn…»
- «O where has Arthur been this night?..»
- «To the forest, to the wilderness…»
- «O There is a land which the sun loves to lighten…»
- A Fragment
- «On the bright scenes around them spread…»
- Lines on the Celebrated Bewick
- The Bridal
- «He is gone and all grandeur has fled from the mountain…»
- «O who has broke the stilly hush…»
- Memory
- Richard Cœur de Lion & Blondel
- «The night fell down all calm and still…»
- «Fair forms of glistening marble stand around…»
- The Red Cross Knight
- «On the shore of the dark, wild sea…»
- «Eamala is a gurt bellaring bull…»
- The Swiss Emigrant’s Return
- Serenade
- «O wind that o’er the ocean…»
- «Sound a lament in the halls of his father…»
- «Dark is the mansion of the dead…»
- The African Queen’s Lament
- «O Hyle thy waves are like Babylon’s streams…»
- Captain Flower’s Last
- Lines written beside a fountain in the ground’s of York Villa
- «When the wave of death’s river…»
- A National Ode for the Angrians
- Saul
- «Lament for the Martyr who dies for his faith…»
- Death of Darius Codoman [n] us
- Stanzas on the Fate of Henry Percy
- «The moon dawned slow in the dusky gloaming…»
- «The Crypt, the Nave, the Chancel past…»
- Retrospection
- The Wounded Stag
- Reason
- Diving
- «I’ve a free hand and a merry heart…»
- «Lanes were sweet at summer midnight…»
- «The chapelle stood & watched the way…»
- My Dreams
- «Turn not now for comfort here…»
- «O! would I were the golden light…»
- «When thou sleepest, lulled in night…»
- «Gods of the old mythology, arise in gloom and storm…»
- «It is not at an hour like this…»
- «Why should we ever mourn as those…»
- «He could not sleep! — the couch of war…»
- Zamorna’s Exile
- «But a recollection now…»
- My
- «I scarce would let that restless eye…»
- «Is this my tomb, this humble stone…»
- The Harp
- The Lonely Lady
- «The trees by the casement are moistened with dew…»
- «O that thy own son, thy noblest born…»
- «Holy St Cyprian! thy waters stray…»
- Review at Gazemba
- Siesta
- «Yet sleep my lord and know…»
- «O! let me be alone» he said…»
- «The voice of Lowood speaks subdued…»
- «What does she dream of, lingering all alone…»
- A Rowland for your Oliver
- Apostasy
- Frances
- Gilbert
- Mementos
- Passion
- Pilate’s Wife’s Dream
- Presentiment
- Regret
- Stanzas
- The Letter
- The Missionary
- The Wife’s Will
- The Wood
- Winter Stores
- Evening Solace
- Preference
- Life
- The Teacher’s Monologue
- Parting
- «Look Wife the clouds are full of snow…»
- Master and Pupil
- «The Autumn day its course has run — the Autumn evening falls…»
- «Early wrapt in slumber deep…»
- «The truest love that ever heart…»
- «He saw my heart’s woe, discovered my soul’s anguish…»
- «My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary…»
- On the Death of Emily Jane Brontë
- On the Death of Anne Brontë
- Master and Pupil
- «Speak of the North! A lonely moor…»
- «Tis not the air I wished to play…»
- Eventide
- Morning
- Lost in the hills
- «A better lot is thine fair maid…»
- «Reader farewell…»
- «A week ago September dead October’s moon set in…»
- «But once again, but once again…»
- Charge on the enemy
- «Justine upon thy silent tomb the dews of ev [en] ing weep…»
- «I obey your gentle call ye…»
- «Dreams, dreams, are…»
- Hurrah for the Geminii
- «Let us drive care away…»
- «Last Branch of murdered royalty…»
- «Jeffry my turtle fare the [e] well…»
- «I sing that hero over France who reigned…»
- «The light wings of Zephyr oppressed with perfume…»
- Miss Hume’s Dream
- «Obscure and little seen my way…»
- «O’er hill and wood — the evening bells…»
- «The holy exile lies all desolate…»
- Stanzas on the Death of a Christian
- The Town Besieged
- «There’s not always…»
- Verses by Lord Charles Wellesley