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There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave ; I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. 4 Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing each sigh might be the last ; Longing to see the shade of death O’er those belovèdContinue reading “On the Death of Anne Bronte : Charlotte Bronte : : Death Poems : :”