Category: Poetry

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

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.

Chapters

6. Chapter 6

Music I love--but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse this pensive heart of mine-- As that we hear on Christmas morn, Upon...

7. Chapter 7

Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; Then whence this change? and wherefore now So often smoothe your...

8. Chapter 8

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...

5. Chapter 5

"Our guests are darkly lodged," I whisper'd, gazing through The vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more gray than blue; (This was when glad Spring laughed in awaking pride;)...

1. Chapter 1

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 w...

4. Chapter 4

"Between you lies both space and time; Let leagues and years prevail To turn thee from the path of crime, Back to the Church's pale." And, did I need that, thou shouldst tell Wh...

3. Chapter 3

Above the city hangs the moon, Some clouds are boding rain; Gilbert, erewhile on journey gone, To-night comes home again. Ten years have passed above his head, Each year has bro...

2. Chapter 2

The rain descended that wild morn When, anchoring in the cove at last, Our band, all weary and forlorn Ashore, like wave-worn sailors, cast-- Sought for a sheltering roof in vai...

9. Chapter 9

Day does not always mark our way, Night's shadows oft appal, But lead me, and I cannot stray,-- Hold me, I shall not fall; Sustain me, I shall never faint, How rough soe'er may...