Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте)

Retirement

O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone!

One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God! 

1. Severed And Gone
2. A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep
3. Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc
4. Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope
5. Lines Written From Home

Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод) Retirement ("My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false")

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