The Brontë Sisters In Love They say that money makes the world go around, although others would contend that it’s love that makes everything tick – both these things continue to elude me, but even I am fascinated by the love lives of the Brontës: did Charlotte’s loves infuse her writings, did Anne really fallContinue reading “Emily, Anne and Charlotte Brontë – About Love”
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, Alike, while I have holiday. Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart, What thought, what scene invites thee now? What spot, or near or far, Has rest for thee, my weary brow?
O come with me, thus ran the song, The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky, And thou hast toiled and laboured long With aching head and weary eye.
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
You might have noticed that I have played a game this month (well, starting from the 10th). One love poem where love conquers all, one despair poem where all is lost. Like a “He loves me, he loves me not game”. Today, he loves me, tomorrow he will love me not as the darkness fallsContinue reading “Happy valentine’s everyone!”
There should be no despair for you While nightly stars are burning; While evening pours its silent dew, And sunshine gilds the morning. There should be no despair–though tears May flow down like a river: Are not the best beloved of years Around your heart for ever? They weep, you weep, it must be so;Continue reading “Sympathy * Emily Bronte”
Charlotte Brontë, 1816 – 1855 My darling thou wilt never know The grinding agony of woe That we have bourne for thee, Thus may we consolation tear E’en from the depth of our despair And wasting misery.
As the Christmas celebrations are approaching, why not try to get in shape not as a plan for the year to come but for Christmas? Why not jog and jump and swing from a bar – all in the Jane Eyre style. Run like a carriage, step like a horse, climb 20 ladders, run acrossContinue reading “The Jane Eyre workout”