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The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last yes,--and to speak.

Charlotte Bronte

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Charlotte Bronte
Age: 38 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 21
Died: 1855
Died: March 31
Novelist
Poet
Thornton
West Yorkshire
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Ш. Бронте
Syarŭllotʻŭ Bŭrontʻe
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Шарлотта Бронте
Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Karlotta Bronte
Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
Tree
Florian Wellesley
Lord Charles Albert
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Mrs. A. B. Nicholls
Hsia-lo-ti Po-lang-tʻe
Full
Reign
Within
Mastery
Predominate
Lasts
Overcome
Asserting
Last
Overcoming
Vehemence
Speak
Rise
Stirred
Live
Grief
Sway
Right
Emotion
Claiming
Love
Struggle
Struggling

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