Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 12/31/2002
2. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
3. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
4. To Imagination 12/31/2002
5. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 12/31/2002
6. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
7. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
8. The Visionary 1/1/2004
9. The Two Children 12/19/2011
10. The Sun Has Set 12/31/2002
11. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
12. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
13. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
14. The Old Stoic 12/31/2002
15. The Night Is Darkening Around Me 12/31/2002
16. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
17. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
18. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
19. The Blue Bell 12/31/2002
20. That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling 12/31/2002
21. Sympathy 12/31/2002
22. Stars 12/31/2002
23. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
24. Stanzas 12/31/2002
25. Spellbound 12/19/2011
26. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
27. Song 12/31/2002
28. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
29. She Dried Her Tears 12/31/2002
30. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
31. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
32. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
33. Remembrance 12/31/2002
34. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
35. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
36. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
37. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
38. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
39. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
40. No Coward Soul Is Mine 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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