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Charlotte Brontë
Charlotte Brontë was an English novelist and poet, best known for her masterpiece *Jane Eyre*. Her work is characterized by its passionate intensity, psychological depth, and exploration of social and moral issues, particularly concerning women's roles in Victorian society. Brontë's novels often feature strong, independent female protagonists who navigate complex personal and societal challenges, offering enduring insights into themes of love, class, religion, and selfhood.
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As some red planet's gleam.
As some red planet's gleam.
Talk not of thy Last Sacrament,
Tell not thy beads for me;
Both rite and prayer are vainly spent,
As dews upon the sea.
Speak not one word of Heaven above,
Rave not of Hell's alarms;
Give me but back my Walter's love,
Restore me to his arms !
Then will the bliss of Heaven be won;
Then will Hell shrink away,
As I have seen night's terrors shun
The conquering steps of day.
'Tis my religion thus to love,
My creed thus fixed to be;
Not Death shall shake, nor Priestcraft break
My rocklike
constancy !
Now go; for at the door there waits
Another stranger guest:
He callsI
comemy
pulse scarce beats,
My heart fails in my breast.
Again that voicehow
far away,
How dreary sounds that tone !
And I, methinks, am gone astray
In trackless wastes and lone.
I fain would rest a little while:
Where can I find a stay,
Till dawn upon the hills shall smile,
And show some trodden way ?
' I come ! I come !' in haste she said,
' 'Twas Walter's voice I heard !'
Then up she sprangbut
fell back, dead,
His name her latest word.
Talk not of thy Last Sacrament,
Tell not thy beads for me;
Both rite and prayer are vainly spent,
As dews upon the sea.
Speak not one word of Heaven above,
Rave not of Hell's alarms;
Give me but back my Walter's love,
Restore me to his arms !
Then will the bliss of Heaven be won;
Then will Hell shrink away,
As I have seen night's terrors shun
The conquering steps of day.
'Tis my religion thus to love,
My creed thus fixed to be;
Not Death shall shake, nor Priestcraft break
My rocklike
constancy !
Now go; for at the door there waits
Another stranger guest:
He callsI
comemy
pulse scarce beats,
My heart fails in my breast.
Again that voicehow
far away,
How dreary sounds that tone !
And I, methinks, am gone astray
In trackless wastes and lone.
I fain would rest a little while:
Where can I find a stay,
Till dawn upon the hills shall smile,
And show some trodden way ?
' I come ! I come !' in haste she said,
' 'Twas Walter's voice I heard !'
Then up she sprangbut
fell back, dead,
His name her latest word.
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