And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
Thoughtful for Winter__ future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toiled quiet Memory.__is she that from each transient pleasureExtracts a lasting good;__is she that finds, in summer, treasureTo serve for winter__ food.And when Youth__ summer day is vanished,And Age brings Winter__ stress,Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,Life__ evening hours will bless.
Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
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Thoughtful for Winter__ future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toiled quiet Memory.__is she that from each transient pleasureExtracts a lasting good;__is she that finds, in summer, treasureTo serve for winter__ food.And when Youth__ summer day is vanished,And Age brings Winter__ stress,Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,Life__ evening hours will bless.
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