Tagged with Emily Bronte

HerfstAvond: Rondom Montfort

HerfstAvond: Rondom Montfort

“The long war closing in defeat–
Defeat serenely borne,–
Thy midnight rest may still be sweet,
And break in glorious morn!” Lees verder

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5.45: Rondom Montfort

5.45: Rondom Montfort

How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee–how full of happiness?
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December’s sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth’s delight, when youth is past,
And thou art near thy prime? Lees verder

Hope

Hope

Hope Was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men. Lees verder