Anne of Green Gables

Anne of Green Gables By Lucy Maud Montgomery   Full AudioBook       Chapter I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in…

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The Rape of Lucrece

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield. The love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I have of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I…

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Venus and Adonis

‘Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.’ TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONORABLE, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to…

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A FUNERAL ELEGY

TO MASTER JOHN PETER of Bowhay in Devon, Esquire.   The love I bore to your brother, and will do to his memory, hath craved from me this last duty of a friend; I am herein but a second to the privilege of truth, who can warrant more in his behalf than I undertook to…

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A Lover’s Complaint

by William Shakespeare From off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow’s wind…

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The Sonnets

The Sonnets   By William Shakespeare         I. FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy…

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Lines Composed In A Wood On A Windy Day

by Anne Bronte   My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, The bare trees are tossing their branches…

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My Soul Is Awakened

by Anne Bronte   My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, The bare trees are tossing their branches…

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Gloomily The Clouds

by Anne Bronte   Gloomily the clouds are sailing O’er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; Only I can hear it sweeping Heathclad hill and woodland dale, And at times the nights’s sad weeping Sounds above its dying wail. Now the struggling moonbeams glimmer; Now the shadows…

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If This Be All

by Anne Bronte   O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee, — If with no brighter light than this The lamp of hope may glow, And I may only dream of bliss, And wake to weary woe;…

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A Reminiscence

by Anne Bronte   YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I may pass the old church door, And pace the floor that covers thee. May stand upon the cold, damp stone, And think that, frozen, lies below The lightest heart that I have known, The…

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A Voice From The Dungeon

by Anne Bronte   I’m buried now; I’ve done with life; I’ve done with hate, revenge and strife; I’ve done with joy, and hope and love And all the bustling world above. Long have I dwelt forgotten here In pining woe and dull despair; This place of solitude and gloom Must be my dungeon and…

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The Captive’s Dream

by Anne Bronte   Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek, No sunny smile upon his ashy lips, His hollow wandering eyes looked wild and fierce, And grief was printed on his marble brow, And…

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Call Me Away

by Anne Bronte   Call me away; there’s nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And hasten far away. To our beloved land I’ll flee, Our land of thought and soul, Where I have roved so oft with thee, Beyond the world’s control. I’ll sit and watch…

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Verses To A Child

by Anne Bronte   1 O raise those eyes to me again And smile again so joyously, And fear not, love; it was not pain Nor grief that drew these tears from me; Beloved child, thou canst not tell The thoughts that in my bosom dwell Whene’er I look on thee!   2 Thou knowest…

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