Evening Solace The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion, The memory of the Past may die. But, there are hours of lonely musing, Such as in evening silence come, When, soft as birds their pinions closing, The heart's best feelings gather home. Then in our souls there seems to languish A tender grief that is not woe; And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish, Now cause but some mild tears to flow. And feelings, once as strong as passions, Float softly back-a faded dream; Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations, The tale of others' sufferings seem. Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding, How longs it for that time to be, When, through the mist of years receding, Its woes but live in reverie ! And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer, On evening shade and loneliness; And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer, Feel no untold and strange distress Only a deeper impulse given By lonely hour and darkened room, To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven, Seeking a life and world to come.
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CHARLOTTE BRONTë Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë It would take a great deal to crush me CHARLOTTE BRONTë The standard heroes and heroines of novels, are personages in whom I could never, from childhood upw... CHARLOTTE BRONTë When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like t... CHARLOTTE BRONTë You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world. CHARLOTTE BRONTë You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourse... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties. CHARLOTTE BRONTë I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane,' said Diana, 'during your walk on the moor. But ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to him during supper, and for a long ti... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Now for the hitch in Jane's character,' he said at last, speaking more calmly than from his look I h... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise fo... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Quando uma mulher sente desprezo pelo seu marido, o casamento passa a ser uma escravidão, e contra ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Detesto l’ardire, l’ardire che appartiene all’arrogante e all’insensibile, ma amo l’audaci... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I romanzieri non dovrebbero mai consentire a se stessi di stancarsi dell’indagine della vita reale... CHARLOTTE BRONTë He that is low need fear no fall. CHARLOTTE BRONTë ...there were two gentleman seated by it talking in French;impossible to follow their rapid utteranc... CHARLOTTE BRONTë . . . for if we rarely taste the fulness of joy in this life, we yet more rarely savor the acrid bit... CHARLOTTE BRONTë . . . still we are none of us perfect . . . CHARLOTTE BRONTë I gave, at first, attention close; Then interest warm ensued; From interest, as improvem... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Qué terrible esfuerzo de dejar aquello que queremos CHARLOTTE BRONTë Un hombre no puede olvidar la devoción que sentía por una mujer así, no debe ser, no puede ser CHARLOTTE BRONTë It was her pleasure, her joy, to make me still the master in all things. CHARLOTTE BRONTë -Let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructure; Mdlle Reuters is... CHARLOTTE BRONTë A man is master of himself to a certain point, but not beyond it. -William Crimsworth CHARLOTTE BRONTë I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should change my ordinary attire for something sma... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Belgium! name unromantic and unpoetic, yet name that whenever uttered has in my ear a sound, in my h... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I'm a universal patriot...my country is the world. CHARLOTTE BRONTë Pero cuando el dolor termina el recuerdo que queda a veces se transforma en placer CHARLOTTE BRONTë I verily believe all that is desirable on earth--wealth, reputation, love--will for ever to you be t... CHARLOTTE BRONTë No man likes to acknowledge that he has made a mistake in the choice of his profession, and every ma... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion coo... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Human beings -- human children especially -- seldom deny themselves the pleasure of exercising a pow... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps. CHARLOTTE BRONTë That to begin with; let respect be the foundation, affection the first floor, love the superstructur... CHARLOTTE BRONTë In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—Nov... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or h... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitt... CHARLOTTE BRONTë He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw. CHARLOTTE BRONTë There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless s... CHARLOTTE BRONTë A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forwa... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were rise... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life. CHARLOTTE BRONTë Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life. If they observed this du... CHARLOTTE BRONTë And who talks of error now? I scarcely think the notion that flittered across my brain was an error.... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Sir,' I interrupted him, 'you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate -... CHARLOTTE BRONTë Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë I knew, you would do me good, in some way, at some time;- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld ... CHARLOTTE BRONTë It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a... CHARLOTTE BRONTë All men must die. CHARLOTTE BRONTë Signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man. CHARLOTTE BRONTë You are human and fallible. CHARLOTTE BRONTë