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Black Comb by Branwell Brontë

Far off, and half revealed ‘mid shade and light,

Blackcomb half smiles, half frowns; his mighty form

Scarce blending into peace; –more formed to fight

A thousand years of struggles with a storm

Than bask one hour, subdued by sunshine warm

To bright and breezeless rest; –yet even his height

Towers not o’er this world’s sympathies–he smiles,

While many a human heart to pleasure’s wiles

Can bear to bend, and still forget to rise;

As though he, huge and heath clad, on our sight,

Again rejoices in his stormy skies,

Man loses vigour in unstable joys.

Thus tempests find Blackcomb invincible,

While we are lost, who should know life so well!

Walney Island- Black Combe by William Wood


Find out what this poem can tell us about Branwell and read his other poems in The Life and Work of Branwell Brontë.

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