“What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent in thought above! Her long curls, drooping, shade the light, She puts them quick aside.” — The Bronte Sisters Copy Share Image
“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
“You ask if she had beauty's grace? I know not - but a nobler face My eyes have seldom seen; A keen and fine… — The Bronte Sisters Copy Share Image
“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
