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“When words, half love, all tenderness, Were hourly heard, as hourly spoken, When the long, sunny days of bliss Only by moonlight nights were… — The Bronte Sisters Copy Share Image
“What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in thought above! Her long… — The Bronte Sisters Copy Share Image
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“How strange this mass of ancient treasures Mementoes of past pains and pleasures; These volumes, clasped with costly stone, With print all faded, gilding… — The Bronte Sisters Copy Share Image
