O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…
the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights