Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

41. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
42. My Comforter 12/31/2002
43. Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 1/1/2004
44. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
45. Love And Friendship 12/31/2002
46. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
47. Last Lines 1/1/2004
48. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee 12/31/2002
49. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey 12/31/2002
50. I Am The Only Being Whose Doom 12/31/2002
51. How Still, How Happy! 12/31/2002
52. How Clear She Shines 12/31/2002
53. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
54. Hope 12/31/2002
55. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
56. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending 12/31/2002
57. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
58. 'Fall, Leaves, Fall' 12/31/2002
59. Faith And Despondency 12/31/2002
60. Encouragement 3/27/2012
61. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding 12/31/2002
62. Come, Walk With Me 12/31/2002
63. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
64. At Castle Wood 12/31/2002
65. Anticipation 12/31/2002
66. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
67. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
68. A Little Budding Rose 12/31/2002
69. A Death - Scene 12/31/2002
70. A Day Dream 12/31/2002
71. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
72. "Me Thinks This Heart..." 12/31/2002
73. "A Little While, A Little While..." 1/1/2004
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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Sympathy

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?

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