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 * Charlotte Bronte**


 * Charlotte Bronte was born in Thornton, Yorkshire, England on the 21st of April, 1816. She died on March 31st, 1855. She was the third born of six children. Her parents were Patrick Bronte and Maria Branwell. Her mother died of cancer and she and her siblings were left to be taken care of by their aunt Elizabeth Branwell. Her two elder sisters died of tuberculosis. She wrote the famous novel //Jane Eyre//. Later she married a man named Arthur Bell Nicholls and became pregnant with his child. Unfortunately she died at age 38 along with her unborn child.**


 * //Regret//**

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code 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. Life and marriage I have known. Things once deemed so bright; Now, how utterly is flown Every ray of light! 'Mid the unknown sea, of life I no blest isle have found; At last, through all its wild wave's strife, My bark is homeward bound. Farewell, dark and rolling deep! Farewell, foreign shore! Open, in unclouded sweep, Thou glorious realm before! Yet, though I had safely pass'd That weary, vexed main, One loved voice, through surge and blast Could call me back again. Though the soul's bright morning rose O'er Paradise for me, William! even from Heaven's repose I'd turn, invoked by thee! Storm nor surge should e'er arrest My soul, exalting then: All my heaven was once thy breast, Would it were mine again!


 * //Life//**

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code Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly! What though Death at times steps in, And calls our Best away? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway? Yet Hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair!


 * //-Michaela May//**