“Backward I look upon my life, And see one waste of storm and strife, One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain, Vanishing to arise again! That life has moved through evening, where Continual shadows veiled my sphere; From youth's horizon… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Copy Share Image
“I sit, this evening, far away, From all I used to know, And nought reminds my soul to-day Of happy long ago. Unwelcome cares,… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Copy Share Image
“Backward I look upon my life, And see one waste of storm and strife, One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain, Vanishing to arise… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Copy Share Image
