2 Quotes by Patrick Branwell Brontë

Fortune, how fickle and how vain thou art,

Backward I look upon my life,And see one waste of storm and strife,One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain,Vanishing to arise again!That life has moved through evening, whereContinual shadows veiled my sphere;From youth's horizon upward rolledTo life's meridian, dark and cold.