Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
2. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
3. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
4. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
5. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
6. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
7. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
8. Encouragement 3/27/2012
9. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
10. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
11. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
12. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
13. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
14. The Two Children 12/19/2011
15. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
16. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
17. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
18. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
19. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
20. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
21. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
22. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
23. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
24. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
25. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
26. Song 12/31/2002
27. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
28. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
29. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 12/31/2002
30. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
31. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
32. Stanzas 12/31/2002
33. My Comforter 12/31/2002
34. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
35. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 12/31/2002
36. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
37. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
38. The Sun Has Set 12/31/2002
39. Last Lines 1/1/2004
40. How Clear She Shines 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Emily Jane Brontë

I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day

There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here

But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they ...

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Anticipation

How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee - how full of happiness!
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,

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