Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

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