Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

41. Remembrance 12/31/2002
42. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
43. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
44. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
45. She Dried Her Tears 12/31/2002
46. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
47. Song 12/31/2002
48. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
49. Spellbound 12/19/2011
50. Stanzas 12/31/2002
51. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
52. Stars 12/31/2002
53. Sympathy 12/31/2002
54. That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling 12/31/2002
55. The Blue Bell 12/31/2002
56. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
57. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
58. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
59. The Night Is Darkening Around Me 12/31/2002
60. The Old Stoic 12/31/2002
61. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
62. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
63. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
64. The Sun Has Set 12/31/2002
65. The Two Children 12/19/2011
66. The Visionary 1/1/2004
67. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
68. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
69. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 12/31/2002
70. To Imagination 12/31/2002
71. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
72. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
73. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 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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