Emotions and Feelings
Emily Jane Brontë
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’Tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Emily Jane Brontë
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Emily Jane Brontë
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Emily Jane Brontë
Sleep not, dream not; this bright day Will not, cannot last for aye; Bliss like thine is bought by years Dark with torment and with tears.
Emily Jane Brontë
Sleep not, dream not; this bright day Will not, cannot last for aye; Bliss like thine is bought by years Dark with torment and with tears.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries, And mine will ever be a name of scorn.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.