Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. Past, Present, Future 6/17/2015
2. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
3. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
4. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
5. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
6. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
7. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
8. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
9. Encouragement 3/27/2012
10. The Two Children 12/19/2011
11. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
12. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
13. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
14. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
15. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
16. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
17. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
18. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
19. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
20. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
21. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
22. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
23. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
24. Song 12/31/2002
25. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
26. My Comforter 12/31/2002
27. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
28. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
29. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
30. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
31. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
32. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
33. Last Lines 1/1/2004
34. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 12/31/2002
35. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 12/31/2002
36. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
37. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
38. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
39. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
40. Stanzas 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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Last Lines

NO coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life--that in me has rest,
As I--undying Life--have power in Thee!

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