English Poetry. Anne Brontë. Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope. Энн Бронте.

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте)

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Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.

Well, let them seize on all they can: --
One treasure still is mine, --
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine. 

Anne Brontë’s other poems:

1. To Cowper
2. Severed And Gone
3. A Word To The Calvinists
4. My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine!
5. Lines Written From Home

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