Jane Eyre: An Autobiography / Charlotte Bronte

Title: Jane Eyre- An Autobiography 

Author: Charlotte Bronte 

Illustrator: F. H. Townsend

Subjects: Classic; Fiction; Fiction; Romance

A literary masterpiece that change, revolutionised and influence upcoming fiction novel or prose. Charlotte Brontë has been called the "first historian of the private consciousness." It has many wonderful dialogues. The novel is a first-person narrative from the perspective of the title character. Highly recommended to readers who love to read romance.

Winter Stores / Charlotte Bronte

We take from life one little share,

And say that this shall be

A space, redeemed from toil and care,

From tears and sadness free.

The Wood / Charlotte Bronte

But two miles more, and then we rest!

Well, there is still an hour of day,

And long the brightness of the West

Will light us on our devious way;

Sit then, awhile, here in this wood--

So total is the solitude,

We safely may delay.

The Wife's Will / Charlotte Bronte

Sit still--a word--a breath may break

(As light airs stir a sleeping lake)

The glassy calm that soothes my woes--

The sweet, the deep, the full repose.

O leave me not! for ever be

Thus, more than life itself to me!

The Teacher's Monologue / Charlotte Bronte

The room is quiet, thoughts alone

People its mute tranquillity;

The yoke put off, the long task done,--

I am, as it is bliss to be,

Still and untroubled. Now, I see,

For the first time, how soft the day

O'er waveless water, stirless tree,

Silent and sunny, wings its way.

The Missionary / Charlotte Bronte

Plough, vessel, plough the British main,

Seek the free ocean's wider plain;

Leave English scenes and English skies,

Unbind, dissever English ties;

Bear me to climes remote and strange,

Where altered life, fast-following change,

Hot action, never-ceasing toil,

The Letter / Charlotte Bronte

What is she writing? Watch her now,

How fast her fingers move!

How eagerly her youthful brow

Is bent in thought above!

Her long curls, drooping, shade the light,

She puts them quick aside,

Nor knows that band of crystals bright,

Her hasty touch untied.

Stanzas / Charlotte Bronte

If thou be in a lonely place,

If one hour's calm be thine,

As Evening bends her placid face

O'er this sweet day's decline;

If all the earth and all the heaven

Now look serene to thee,

As o'er them shuts the summer even,

One moment--think of me!

Regret / Charlotte Bronte

Long ago I wished to leave

"The house where I was born;"

Long ago I used to grieve,

My home seemed so forlorn.

In other years, its silent rooms

Were filled with haunting fears;

Now, their very memory comes

O'ercharged with tender tears.

Presentiment / Charlotte Bronte

"Sister, you've sat there all the day,

Come to the hearth awhile;

The wind so wildly sweeps away,

The clouds so darkly pile.

That open book has lain, unread,

For hours upon your knee;

You've never smiled nor turned your head;

What can you, sister, see?"

Preference / Charlotte Bronte

Not in scorn do I reprove thee,

Not in pride thy vows I waive,

But, believe, I could not love thee,

Wert thou prince, and I a slave.

Pilate's Wife's Dream / Charlotte Bronte

I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start

Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall--

The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart

Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall;

Over against my bed, there shone a gleam

Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.

Passion / Charlotte Bronte

Some have won a wild delight,

By daring wilder sorrow;

Could I gain thy love to-night,

I'd hazard death to-morrow.

Parting / Charlotte Bronte

There's no use in weeping,

Though we are condemned to part:

There's such a thing as keeping

A remembrance in one's heart:

On The Death Of Anne Bronte / Charlotte 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. 

Mementos / Charlotte Bronte

Arranging long-locked drawers and shelves

Of cabinets, shut up for years,

What a strange task we've set ourselves!

How still the lonely room appears!

How strange this mass of ancient treasures,

Mementos of past pains and pleasures;

These volumes, clasped with costly stone,

With print all faded, gilding gone;

Life / Charlotte Bronte

Life, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Gilbert / Charlotte Bronte

I. THE GARDEN.

Above the city hung the moon,

Right o'er a plot of ground

Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced

With lofty walls around:

'Twas Gilbert's garden--there to-night

Awhile he walked alone;

And, tired with sedentary toil,

Mused where the moonlight shone.

Frances / Charlotte Bronte

She will not sleep, for fear of dreams,

But, rising, quits her restless bed,

And walks where some beclouded beams

Of moonlight through the hall are shed.

Evning Solace / Charlotte Bronte

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.