Title: Jane Eyre- An Autobiography  Author: Charlotte Bronte  Illustrator: F. H. Townsend Subjects: Classic; Fiction; Fiction;  Ro...

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.

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 ...

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 dee...

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 ...

Plough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, diss...

What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in thought above! Her lon...

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 de...

Long ago I wished to leave "The house where I was born;" Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so forlorn. In ...

"Sister, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The clouds so darkly ...

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.

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 sle...

Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow.

There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's h...

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 ha...

Arranging long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves! How still...

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.

I. THE GARDEN. Above the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced Wit...

She will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams Of moonlight t...

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;-- The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, W...