The Consolation – Anne Brontë

Poem 64 - 100 days of poetry

Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan; Continue reading "The Consolation – Anne Brontë"

Evening Solace — Poem by Charlotte Brontë

Poem 63 - 100 days of poetry

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die. Continue reading "Evening Solace — Poem by Charlotte Brontë"

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley – Chapter 1 – Audiobook

Frankenstein — Chapter 1

The commencement of Victor Frankenstein's narrative

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The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning

Poem 62 - 100 days of poetry

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Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side; Continue reading "The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning"

Prologue – Frankenstein by Mary Shelley – Audiobook

Prologue — The Four Letters

The novel begins with the framing narrative of Robert Walton via four letters sent to his sister

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To the Evening Star – William Blake

Poem 61 - 100 days of poetry

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!

He Remembers Forgotten Beauty – Poem by W. B. Yeats

Poem 60 - 100 days of poetry

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world; Continue reading "He Remembers Forgotten Beauty – Poem by W. B. Yeats"