Anne Bronte

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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There is always a "but" in this imperfect world. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. ↗

— Anne Bronte

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