Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)
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''I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Often rebuked, yet always back returning (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.'' -
''I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Ofte rebuked, yet always back returning (l. 9-12). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.'' -
''Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 13-16). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.'' -
''No other sun has lightened up my heaven,
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 17-20). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
No other star has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.'' -
''And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 29-32). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?'' -
''And when thy heart is laid to rest
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Night Wind (l. 33-36). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
Beneath the church-yard stone
I shall have time enough to mourn
And thou to be alone."'' -
''I sat in silent musing
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Night Wind (l. 5-8). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
The soft wind waved my hair;
It told me heaven was glorious
And sleeping earth was fair.'' -
''And if I pray, the only prayer
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Old Stoic (l. 5-8). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
That moves my lips for me
Is'Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty.''' -
''Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Old Stoic (l. 9-12). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
'Tis all that I implore
Through life and death, a chainless soul,
With courage to endure!'' -
''"But, first a hush of peacea soundless calm descends;
Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Prisoner (l. 13-16). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
The struggle of distress, and fierce impatience ends;
Mute music soothes my breastunuttered harmony,
That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me.''
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Anticipation
How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee - how full of happiness!
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,
