ISBN: 9781154016222

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 illustra… More...

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. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...and care, And cherish life for me! I do not fear thy love will fail; Thy faith is true, I know; But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail For such a life of woe. Were''t not for this, I well could trace (Though banished long from thee) Life''s rugged path, and boldly face The storms that threaten me. Fear not for me--I''ve steeled my mind Sorrow and strife to greet; Joy with my love I leave behind, Care with my friends I meet. A mother''s sad reproachful eye, A father''s scowling brow--But he may frown and she may sigh: I will not break my vow! I love my mother, I revere My sire, but fear not me--Believe that Death alone can tear This faithful heart from thee. IF THIS BE ALL. O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee; If with no brighter light than this The lamp of hope may glow, And I may only dream of bliss, And wake to weary woe; If friendship''s solace must decay, When other joys are gone, And love must keep so far away, While I go wandering on,--Wandering and toiling without gain, The slave of others'' will, With constant care, and frequent pain, Despised, forgotten still; Grieving to look on vice and sin, Yet powerless to quell The silent current from within, The outward torrent''s swell; While all the good I would impart, The feelings I would share, Are driven backward to my heart, And turned to wormwood there; If clouds must ever keep from sight The glories of the Sun, And I must suffer Winter''s blight, Ere Summer is begun; If Life must be so full of care, Then call me soon to Thee; Or give me strength enough to bear My load of misery. MEMORY. Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around,... Charlotte Brontë, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, The works of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë Volume 8 Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction The book has no illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from the publisher's website (GeneralBooksClub.com). You can also preview excerpts of the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Volume: 8; Original Publisher: J.M. Dent and company; Publication date: 1893; Subjects: English literature; Literary Collections / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh; Literary Collections / Essays; Literary Criticism / General; Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh; Literary Criticism / Medieval;<

ISBN: 9781154016222

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 illustra… More...

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. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...and care, And cherish life for me! I do not fear thy love will fail; Thy faith is true, I know; But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail For such a life of woe. Were''t not for this, I well could trace (Though banished long from thee) Life''s rugged path, and boldly face The storms that threaten me. Fear not for me--I''ve steeled my mind Sorrow and strife to greet; Joy with my love I leave behind, Care with my friends I meet. A mother''s sad reproachful eye, A father''s scowling brow--But he may frown and she may sigh: I will not break my vow! I love my mother, I revere My sire, but fear not me--Believe that Death alone can tear This faithful heart from thee. IF THIS BE ALL. O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee; If with no brighter light than this The lamp of hope may glow, And I may only dream of bliss, And wake to weary woe; If friendship''s solace must decay, When other joys are gone, And love must keep so far away, While I go wandering on,--Wandering and toiling without gain, The slave of others'' will, With constant care, and frequent pain, Despised, forgotten still; Grieving to look on vice and sin, Yet powerless to quell The silent current from within, The outward torrent''s swell; While all the good I would impart, The feelings I would share, Are driven backward to my heart, And turned to wormwood there; If clouds must ever keep from sight The glories of the Sun, And I must suffer Winter''s blight, Ere Summer is begun; If Life must be so full of care, Then call me soon to Thee; Or give me strength enough to bear My load of misery. MEMORY. Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around,... Charlotte Brontë, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, The works of Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë Volume 8 Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<