Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. "A Little While, A Little While..." 1/1/2004
2. "Me Thinks This Heart..." 12/31/2002
3. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
4. A Day Dream 12/31/2002
5. A Death - Scene 12/31/2002
6. A Little Budding Rose 12/31/2002
7. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
8. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
9. Anticipation 12/31/2002
10. At Castle Wood 12/31/2002
11. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
12. Come, Walk With Me 12/31/2002
13. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding 12/31/2002
14. Encouragement 3/27/2012
15. Faith And Despondency 12/31/2002
16. 'Fall, Leaves, Fall' 12/31/2002
17. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
18. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending 12/31/2002
19. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
20. Hope 12/31/2002
21. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
22. How Clear She Shines 12/31/2002
23. How Still, How Happy! 12/31/2002
24. I Am The Only Being Whose Doom 12/31/2002
25. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey 12/31/2002
26. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee 12/31/2002
27. Last Lines 1/1/2004
28. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
29. Love And Friendship 12/31/2002
30. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
31. Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 1/1/2004
32. My Comforter 12/31/2002
33. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
34. No Coward Soul Is Mine 12/31/2002
35. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
36. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
37. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
38. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
39. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
40. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
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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