John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Emily Brontë 1818-1848 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day. |
| A little While. |
| 2 |
| A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere. |
| A little While. |