 A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars. Winds take a pensive tone, and stars...  The Relaxation Response - Page 108by Herbert Benson, M.D., Miriam Z. Klipper - 2009 - 240 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1846 - 182 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope, comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1872 - 456 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1873 - 540 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1876 - 544 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë, Anne Brontë - English fiction - 1889 - 448 pages
...before ! A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - Authors, English - 1893 - 278 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - English literature - 1896 - 282 pages
...messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He conies with western winds, with evening's wandering airs,...stars. Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender (ire, And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë, Anne Brontë, Patrick Brontë - 1900 - 592 pages
...A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. ' He oomes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs,...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. ' Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1902 - 1118 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. He comes with Western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears:... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - English poetry - 1902 - 266 pages
...despair ; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. " He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering...visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. " Desire for nothing known in my maturer years, When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.... | |
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