Despondency Comments

And vowed to trample on my sins, And called on Heaven to aid My spirit in her firm resolves And hear the vows I made......./// I vow, and I bow my head to the ground, it touches the feet of the ground to make sure that I have to come back one day to this ground and have to change myself into soil........///

The three sisters published their books with a male´s name. The books were an instant success due to the passion it shines and the originality of the stories. The last stanza is very touching, it sounds so true. Anne was truly tired of her situation. Emily and Anne died young, but Charlotte was the eldest and lived the longest of all sisters. What a time, what an era! ! I cannot weep but I can pray, Then let me not despair; Lord Jesus, save me lest I die, And hear a wretch's prayer.

You become despondent when you are in such situations because the mind knows what it wants, but the circumstances are not yet ready, so that all expectations are met what the poet wanted. Her era was an era full of unsympathy for women, no chance to be known in public.

CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as The Classic Poem of The Day, Hurray. This poetess is well known to me during my lit.universal study I regard their life as melancholic and saddest those days, isolated in a male world. However they managed to be known as writers and could sell their books under male pseudonyms. Very smartly done. They did not give up as female writers who could not sell their stories. Finally they became famous

The Brontës were a nineteenth-century literary family, born in the village of Thornton and later associated with the village of Haworth in the West Riding of Yorkshire, England. The sisters, Charlotte (1816–1855) , Emily (1818–1848) , and Anne (1820–1849) , are well known as poets and novelists.

Whenever we falter He is there to save us. Our prayer must be sincere. A beautiful poem indeed. I cannot weep but I can pray, Then let me not despair; Lord Jesus, save me lest I die, And hear a wretch's prayer....is very nice. Enjoyed.

" My sins increase, my love grows cold, And hope within me dies. And faith itself is wavering now How shall I arise' Great despondency. Well deserved classic poem of the Day.

Beautiful poem. Between our joys and griefs wanders our soul, all this time holding the firm rope of faith.

I am glad that this poem has been selected as the poem of the day for second time. It is really a beautiful poem by Anne Bronte.

A touching spiritual poem by Anne Bronte...............................

Back again! ! Facing the odds of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Spirit we should free for doing good things good for humanity

Made me cry. Thank yuou for such beauty

I cannot weep but I can pray, Then let me not despair; Lord Jesus, save me lest I die, And hear a wretch's prayer.......prayer for despair nicely expressed. Beautiful poem.