“I sit, this evening, far away, From all I used to know, And nought reminds my soul to-day Of happy long ago.… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Approaching death 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… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Angria Copy Share Image
