Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

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She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheeks' returning glow
How little dreaming all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow

With that sweet look and lively tone
And bright eye shining all the day
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the time away 

1. The Visionary
2. Self-Interrogation
3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
4. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
5. Mild the Mist upon the Hill

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