Emily Bronte - The Old Stoic

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Emily Bronte - The Old Stoic

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Riches I hold in light esteem And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn: And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear And give me liberty!" Yes, as my swift days near their goal: 'Tis all that I implore; In life and death a chainless soul With courage to endure

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  • Emily Brontë