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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
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XXI. On its bending stalk a bonny flower 259
XXII. And like myself lone, wholly lone 261
XXIII. TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE, WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE OF ZAMORNA
Swart steed of night, thou hast charged thy last 263
XXIV. All her tresses backward strayed 264
XXV. The wind was rough which tore 267
XXVI. His land may burst the galling chain 268
XXVII. Start not! upon the minster wall 269
XXVIII. Redbreast, early in the morning 270
XXIX. Through the hours of yesternight 271
XXX. Darkness was overtraced on every face 272
XXXI. Harp of wild and dream-like strain 273
XXXII. The old church tower and garden wall 274
XXXIII. There swept adown that dreary glen 275
XXXIV. In dungeons dark I cannot sing 276
XXXV. When days of beauty deck the vale 277
XXXVI. Still beside that dreary water 278
XXXVII. The evening sun was sinking down 279
XXXVIII. Fall, leaves, fall, die flowers away 280
XXXIX. Loud without the wind was roaring 281
XL. All day I've toiled, but not with pain 282
XLI. There was a time when my cheek burned 283
XLII. Mild the mist upon the hill 284
XLIII. The starry night shall tidings bring 285
XLIV. The organ swells, the trumpets sound 287
XLV. What winter floods, what streams of spring 288
XLVI. None of my kindred now can tell 289
XLVII. Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home 291
XLVIII. I've been wandering in the greenwoods 297
XLIX. May flowers are opening 298