One I Would Have Died To Save

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On The Death of Anne Bronte

by Emily Bronte

There’s little joy in life for me,
      And little terror in the grave;
I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see

  .    .Of one I would have died to save

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
.   .Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
  .   .O’er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
      The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,

  .   .To thank Him well and fervently;

Although I knew that we had lost
.  .The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
.   .Must bear alone the weary strife.

 

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To My Sister
(Excerpt)

by William Wordsworth

One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We’ll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.