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Why should such gloomy silence reign,
And why is all the house so drear,
When neither danger, sickness, pain,
Nor death, nor want, have entered here?

We are as many as we were
That other night, when all were gay
And full of hope, and free from care;
Yet is there something gone away.

The moon without, as pure and calm,
Is shining as that night she shone;
But now, to us, she brings no balm,
For something from our hearts is gone.

Something whose absence leaves a void–
A cheerless want in every heart;
Each feels the bliss of all destroyed,
And mourns the change–but each apart.

The fire is burning in the grate
As redly as it used to burn;
But still the hearth is desolate,
Till mirth, and love, and PEACE return.

‘Twas PEACE that flowed from heart to heart,
With looks and smiles that spoke of heaven,
And gave us language to impart
The blissful thoughts itself had given.

Domestic peace! best joy of earth,
When shall we all thy value learn?
White angel, to our sorrowing hearth,
Return–oh, graciously return!

Domestic Peace by Anne Brontë (via thebrontes)

(via mikkipedia)

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scarletmorgana:

I love you, Edward Fairfax Rochester.

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‎”It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your frame… I am afraid if that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly for you.”
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mikkipedia:

maura:

Maybe the most underheralded album of its era. The critical rehabilitation starts here.

OBVIOUS JANE EYRE TRIBUTE SONG

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privatepark:

Backstage funs.
Sharpie + Dollarama brush & paints + Whiteout.
It doesn’t take much to have fun :) 

privatepark:

Backstage funs.

Sharpie + Dollarama brush & paints + Whiteout.

It doesn’t take much to have fun :) 

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rosecroix:

Hush, Hannah! I have a word to say to the woman.

rosecroix:

Hush, Hannah! I have a word to say to the woman.

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feilei:

 
Rochester: Who would you offend by living with me? Who would care?
Jane Eyre: I would.

feilei:

Rochester: Who would you offend by living with me? Who would care?

Jane Eyre: I would.

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