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Biography of charlotte bronte - poetry


Charlotte Bronte (1816 -1855) Writer and Poet.

Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev. Patrick Bronte,with her sisters Emily and Anne, Charlotte was brought up in a small church house in the Yorkshire village of Haworth. At the same time as still in her childhood the Bronte sisters lost their look after and as the eldest Charlotte took up the a role of looking out for her sisters Emily and Anne. Charlotte was described as: "the caring associate and protector of her younger sisters,"

The sisters had an curious upringing in that their house overlooked the village graveyard. To avoid from these surroundings and the loss of their look after they would often spend time creating stories of fantasy lands. These fantasy stories were often based on the soldiers of their strict, devout aunt, Elisabeth Branwell. Later in a poem Charlotte wrote:

"We wove a web in childhood, / A web of sunny air. "

After a range of pains as schoolmistresses and governesses, the sisters took to journalism and in print a capacity of poems under the names of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell Alas these early publications were a advertisement failure. But this did not deter Charlotte and she continuous with her novels such as "The Professor" and "Jane Eyre". Jane Eyre proved to be tremendously accepted with the broadcast when it appeared in 1854. The novel has gained class as one of the classic's of English journalism for its freshness and concentration of writing.

Charlotte was married to her father's curate, the Rev. A. Nicholls, but after a short despite the fact that happy married life she died in childbirth in 1855.

Quote by Charlotte Bronte

"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To argument the first is not to beat the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee is not to lift an sinful hand to the Crown of Thorns. "

Poem by Charlotte Bronte - LIFE

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a barely crack of dawn rain Foretells a amiable day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why cry its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly !

What although Death at times steps in And calls our Best away ? What even if distress seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway ? Yet hope again expandable springs, Unconquered, all the same she fell; Still afloat are her blonde wings, Still bright to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair !

Written for http://www. poetseers. org

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