Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë

Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
Tuesday, December 31, 2002

A Voice From The Dungeon Comments

Rating: 2.8

I'm buried now; I've done with life;
I've done with hate, revenge and strife;
I've done with joy, and hope and love
And all the bustling world above.
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Anne Brontë
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Chinedu Dike 09 August 2022

Really a poignant piece written from the heart

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Bri Edwards 09 August 2022

Yikes! And...great rhyming. 'anuary 1820 - 28 May 1849) was an English novelist and poet, and the youngest member of the Brontë literary family. '

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Carl Roussell 30 March 2018

Perhaps the poet creates their own dreams by putting words to paper. A grouping of words that will let the writer, and maybe the reader, find a different reality for a few moments.

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Lyn Paul 30 March 2018

So captivating and beautiful to read. Must of been heartbreaking to wake from this dream.

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Kevin Patrick 30 March 2018

A life of sorrow and sadness wrapped in quite desperation, this feels like she knows her time is coming fast and is writing a will of her dreams and fears for the world to read. She articulates her psyche with great understanding that even close to two hundred years later it still resonates. A perfect work.

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Susan Williams 30 March 2018

That first long verse leaves no room for misunderstanding. The person talking is done with life. There are dreams, however, that release her from her prison, that make her feel joy again.... but they fade and she is back where she is stuck and the dungeon is darker and more devoid of hope than before. This poem has layer upon layer. Utterly great writing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 March 2018

That world - that when I wake and see Those dreary phantoms fade and flee, Even in my dungeon I can smile, And taste of joy a little while..........impressive expression. Beautiful poem shared.

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Ayesha Cullen 30 March 2018

This is one of the beautifully written poems ever!

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Paul Brookes 30 March 2018

The youngest Bronte sister and the one we no little of A great writer and died too young Love her work

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 March 2018

Such a great write... enjoyed reading👍👍👍

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 30 March 2017

Alas! Alas! That cursed scream Aroused me from my heavenly dream; I looked around in wild despair, I called them, but they were not there; The father and the child are gone, And I must live and die alone. Anne Bronte's poem tugs at your heart strings. A sad poem.

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Amar Agarwala 30 March 2017

A great composition... liked the poetry.

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Paul Amrod 30 March 2017

This marvelous poetess inspired Keith Reed, who wrote the lyrics for the Procol Harum. This gloomy despair mixed with ecstatic joy and the play with constrast nonetheless the darker side seems to succeed is of course often so by Procol Harum.

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All three Brontë sisters were so pretty talented. This is superb, Anne, just superb.

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Barry Middleton 30 March 2017

I don't know anything about Anne Bronte but it seems from the biography that she never married or had a child. So her dream is like the fantasy world she reportedly retreated to as a child. Unrequited love is supposed to be a repeated theme of hers. The poem is very sad but very good in my opinion.

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Joshua Adeyemi 30 March 2017

A lovely poem with disciplined rhyme scheme. Anne deserves applause...which im giving out now. Papapapa... Well job done!

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Tom Allport 30 March 2017

a sad poem full of despair? .........nicely penned.

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 March 2017

Solitude! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 March 2017

Wake and see.... thanks for posting....

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Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë

Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
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