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Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

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  • Gloria Nisbet (12/20/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Like to read all her works/poems

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  • John Kim (12/20/2011 10:02:00 PM)

    When I was youth, I loved Emily Jane Bronte so I wanted to marrage with her. I thought that to go bac to the past by time machine.
    Now I love her.

  • fleur de lys (6/5/2010 7:16:00 AM)

    No other soul has echoed the feelings of my own heart so consistently as this lady.

  • Emily Oldham (9/27/2008 9:09:00 AM)

    I was wrong. the poem 'silent is the house' is on here, its just under the title 'the visionary'.

  • Florencia Medrano (3/17/2008 4:11:00 PM)

    The following poem was written by Emily Brontë; (Born in Irland- 1818- and died at the age of thirty- 1848) .
    Most of her poetry reflected her life. A passionate woman thou silent, reserved and loner, therefore sad and sorrow.
    'I am the only being whose doom' have six stanza; the rhyme and rythem follow a regular scheme; and the use of figures of speech give a particular tender to it.
    The persona in the poem describes her reflection towards the world. A young girl- eighteen years- who realize youth is more than hopes and dreams.
    It implies truth and pain. Taking into account the fifth stanza: ' First melted off the hope of youth, then fancy's rainbow fast withdrew; and then experience told me truth in mortal bosoms never grew.'
    Her life have had more downs than ups, as she continuously mentions unhappy adjetives, such us: (doom, gloom, sad, drear, hollow) .
    The reader can tell that the persona's lack of affection when it says: ' As lone as on my natal day.' A simile that gives life to the poem.
    She seems to prefere death than life- ' No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn.'- a strong metaphor to make clear her whole idea; not only death but loneliness.
    Finally, the last stanza emphasise on a corrupted world- hollow, servile, insencere- which makes us forget our human essence becoming selfisk people; as she is 'friendless'.

My Comforter

Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought
To gleam in open view.

Deep down, concealed within my soul,
That light lies hid from men;
Yet, glows unquenched - though shadows roll,

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