The Poems of Charlotte Bronte (Currer Bell) (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ... POEMS OF CHARLOTTE BRONTE. PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM. I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall--The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall: Over against my bed, there shone a gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream. It sank, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; How far is night advanced, and when will day Re-tinge the dusk and livid air with bloom, And fill this void with warm, creative ray? Would I could sleep again till, clear and red, Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread I'd call my women, but to break their sleep, Because my own is broken, were unjust; They've wrought all day, and well-earn'd slumbers steep Their labours in forgetfulness, I trust: Let me my feverish watch with patience bear, Thankful that none with me its sufferings share. Yet Oh, for light One ray would tranquillize My nerves, my pulses, more than effort can; I'll draw my curtain, and consult the skies: These trembling stars at dead of night look wan, Wild, restless, strange, yet cannot be more drear Than this my couch, shared by a nameless fear. All black--one great cloud, drawn from east to west, Conceals the heavens, but there are lights below; Torches burn in Jerusalem, and cast On yonder stony mount a lurid glow. I see men station'd there, and gleaming spears; A sound, too, from afar, invades my ears. Dull, measured strokes of axe and hammer ring From street to street, not loud, but through the night Distinctly heard--and some strange spectral thing Is now uprear'd--and, fix'd against the light Of the pale lamps, defined upon that sky, It stands up like a column, straight and high. I see it all--I know the dusky sign--A cross on Calvary, which Jews uprear While...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ... POEMS OF CHARLOTTE BRONTE. PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM. I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall--The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall: Over against my bed, there shone a gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream. It sank, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; How far is night advanced, and when will day Re-tinge the dusk and livid air with bloom, And fill this void with warm, creative ray? Would I could sleep again till, clear and red, Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread I'd call my women, but to break their sleep, Because my own is broken, were unjust; They've wrought all day, and well-earn'd slumbers steep Their labours in forgetfulness, I trust: Let me my feverish watch with patience bear, Thankful that none with me its sufferings share. Yet Oh, for light One ray would tranquillize My nerves, my pulses, more than effort can; I'll draw my curtain, and consult the skies: These trembling stars at dead of night look wan, Wild, restless, strange, yet cannot be more drear Than this my couch, shared by a nameless fear. All black--one great cloud, drawn from east to west, Conceals the heavens, but there are lights below; Torches burn in Jerusalem, and cast On yonder stony mount a lurid glow. I see men station'd there, and gleaming spears; A sound, too, from afar, invades my ears. Dull, measured strokes of axe and hammer ring From street to street, not loud, but through the night Distinctly heard--and some strange spectral thing Is now uprear'd--and, fix'd against the light Of the pale lamps, defined upon that sky, It stands up like a column, straight and high. I see it all--I know the dusky sign--A cross on Calvary, which Jews uprear While...

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Rarebooksclub.com

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United States

Release date

July 2012

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July 2012

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246 x 189 x 1mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

18

ISBN-13

978-1-151-68900-9

Barcode

9781151689009

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1-151-68900-9



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