Love and Friendship
by Emily Bronte (1818–1848) Love
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms'
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
It's summer blossoms scent the air.
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
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nunca mueren las evocaciones;
mi alma se entrega a la miseria …
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If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee …
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no coward soul is mine,
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I see Heaven's glories shine, …
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Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
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