"Lines Written at Thorp Green", p. 21
Collection of poems : autograph manuscript signed : [Haworth]
The Henry Houston Bonnell Brontë Collection. Bequest of Helen Safford Bonnell, 1969
“An Orphan’s Lament” (pp. 18–21)
Composed on New Year’s Day 1841, when Brontë was about to turn twenty-one. First published in Poems (1902), pp. 201–203. Poem 15 in Chitham (1979).
“Lines Written at Thorp Green” (pp. 21–23)
Composed 19 August 1841, when Brontë was twenty-one and working as a governess at Thorp Green Hall, near York. First published in Poems (1902), pp. 204–205, with incorrect title “Lines Written at Thays Green.” Poem 16 in Chitham (1979). Note that Brontë wrote another poem with the same title (see Chitham 11).
Thy love loss can never be repaired
A I shall not see know again
While life remains the peaceful joy
That filled my spirit then
Where shall I find a heart like thine
While life remains to me
And where shall I bestow the love
I ever bore for thee.
Jan 1st 1841 AH
Anne Brontë
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Lines written at Thorp Green
That summer sun whose genial glow,
H Now cheers my drooping spirit so,
Must cold and distant be,
And only light our northern clime
With feeble ray, before the time –
I long so much to see.
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"Lines Written at Thorp Green", p. 22
Collection of poems : autograph manuscript signed : [Haworth]
The Henry Houston Bonnell Brontë Collection. Bequest of Helen Safford Bonnell, 1969
“Lines Written at Thorp Green” (pp. 21–23)
Composed 19 August 1841, when Brontë was twenty-one and working as a governess at Thorp Green Hall, near York. First published in Poems (1902), pp. 204–205, with incorrect title “Lines Written at Thays Green.” Poem 16 in Chitham (1979). Note that Brontë wrote another poem with the same title (see Chitham 11).
And this soft whispering breeze that now,
So gently cools my fevered brow,
This too Alas! Must turn –
To a wild blast whose icy dart,
Pierces and chills me to the heart
Before I cease to mourn.
And these bright flowers I love so well
Ve[r]bina – Rose, and sweet bluebell
Must droop and die away,
Those thick green leaves with all their shade
And rustling musick they must fade
And every one decay.
But if the sunny Summer time
And woods and meadows in their prime
Are seet sweet to them that roam –
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