by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

The Old Hall
Language: English 
Old Hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now;
House to which the voice of life shall never more return;
Chambers roofless, desolate, where weeds and ivy grow;
Windows thru whose broken arches the nightwinds sadly mourn;
Home of the departed, the long-departed dead.

Old Hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now.


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Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 6
Word count: 49