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Anne Brontë was born on January 17, 1820, in Thornton, England. The youngest of six children, she grew up in nearby Haworth, where her father, Patrick Brontë, was the curate of the local church. Anne’s mother passed away in 1821, and her two oldest sisters died of tuberculosis in 1824.

Anne was educated at Haworth with her brother Branwell and her sisters Charlotte and Emily. There, she wrote poetry and prose set in the imaginary kingdom of Gondal. She pursued more formal studies at Roe Head School for two years, and she served as a governess for two families between 1839 and 1845.

In 1846, Charlotte arranged for the publication of the three sisters’ poems under the title The Poems of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Aylott and Jones, 1846).  Anne went on to publish two novels under the pseudonym Acton Bell: Agnes Grey (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1847) and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1848).

Anne died of tuberculosis on May 28, 1849, shortly after the deaths of both Branwell and Emily Brontë.

Selected Bibliography

The Poems of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Aylott and Jones, 1846)

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1848)
Agnes Grey (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1847)

The Narrow Way

Believe not those who say
     The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
     And faint before the truth.

It is the only road
     Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
     Must all his powers employ.

Bright hopes and pure delights
     Upon his course may beam,
And there, amid the sternest heights
     The sweetest flowerets gleam.

On all her breezes borne,
     Earth yields no scents like those;
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
     Should never crave the rose.

Arm—arm thee for the fight!
     Cast useless loads away;
Watch through the darkest hours of night,
     Toil through the hottest day.

Crush pride into the dust,
     Or thou must needs be slack;
And trample down rebellious lust,
     Or it will hold thee back.

Seek not thy honor here;
     Waive pleasure and renown;
The world’s dread scoff undaunted bear,
     And face its deadliest frown.

To labor and to love,
     To pardon and endure,
To lift thy heart to God above,
     And keep thy conscience pure;

Be this thy constant aim,
     Thy hope, thy chief delight;
What matter who should whisper blame,
     Or who should scorn or slight?

What matter, if thy God approve,
     And if, within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of His love,
     The earnest of His rest?

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë was born in Thornton, England, in 1820. Both a poet and a novelist, she is best known for the novels Agnes Grey (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1847) and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Thomas Cautley Newby, 1848).

by this poet


Oh, I am very weary,
     Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
     My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,
     My days pass heavily,
I’m weary of repining;
     Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
     For thee,


Poor restless dove, I pity thee;
And when I hear thy plaintive moan,
I mourn for thy captivity,
And in thy woes forget mine own.

To see thee stand prepared to fly,
And flap those useless wings of thine,
And gaze into the distant sky,
Would melt a harder heart than mine.



My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
     And carried aloft on the winds of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
     Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
     The bare trees are tossing their