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19th December – On This Day In History

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Born:

1961 Reggie White (Green Bay Packers)

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Died:

1848 Emily Bronte (writer)

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On This Day:

1973 Grenada adopts its constitution

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Have a good Tuesday, 19th December

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30th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1818 Emily Bronte (author – Wuthering Heights)

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Died:

1718 William Penn (founder of Pennsylvania) 

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On This Day:

1898 Corn flakes invented (by William Kellogg)

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Have a good Sunday, 30th July

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21st April – On This Day In History

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Born:

1816 Charlotte Bronte (novelist)

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Died:

1910 Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens), author of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

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On This Day:

1960 Brasilia becomes the capital of Brazil

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Have a good Friday, 21st April

 

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19th April – On This Day In History

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Born:

1975 Jason Gillespie (Australian cricketer and coach of Yorkshire)

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Died:

1882 Charles Darwin (The Origin of Species)

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On This Day:

1971 Sierra Leone becomes a republic

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Have a good Wednesday, 19th April

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Evening Solace

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The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart’s best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back­a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others’ sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress­
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

 

– Charlotte Bronte

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Regret

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Long ago I wished to leave
” The house where I was born; ”
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O’ercharged with tender tears.

Life and marriage I have known,
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light !
‘Mid the unknown sea of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave’s strife,
My bark is homeward bound.

Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
Farewell, foreign shore !
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before !
Yet, though I had safely pass’d
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again.

Though the soul’s bright morning rose
O’er Paradise for me,
William ! even from Heaven’s repose
I’d turn, invoked by thee !
Storm nor surge should e’er arrest
My soul, exulting then:
All my heaven was once thy breast,
Would it were mine again !

 

– Charlotte Bronte

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Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor

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Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.

 

– Charlotte Bronte

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