Lonely at her window sitting, While the evening stole away; Fitful winds, foreboding, flitting Through a sky of cloudy grey.
Three Short Poems by Emily Brontë
Song Cycle by Ronald A. Beckett
1. Lonely at her window  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Researcher for this page: Nick Peros2. Twas one of those dark and cloudy days  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Twas one of those dark, cloudy days That sometimes come in summer's blaze, When heaven drops not, when earth is still, And deeper green is on the hill.
Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Researcher for this page: Nick Peros3. There are two trees  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
There are two trees in a lonely field; They breathe a spell to me; A dreary thought their dark boughs yield, All waving solemnly.
Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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