Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë Poems
- I Am The Only Being Whose Doom I am the only being whose ...
- Come, Walk With Me Come, walk with me, There's only thee ...
- "A Little While, A Little Whil... A little while, a little ...
- Hope Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated...
- 'Fall, Leaves, Fall' Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, ...
- At Castle Wood The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in...
- Love And Friendship Love is like the wild ...
Emily Brontë was an English novelist and poet, best remembered for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily was the third eldest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She published under the pen name Ellis Bell.
Emily Brontë was born on 30 July 1818 in Thornton, near Bradford in Yorkshire, to Maria Branwell and Patrick Brontë. She was the younger sister of Charlotte Brontë and the fifth of six children. In 1824, the family moved to Haworth, where Emily's father was perpetual curate, and it was in these surroundings that their literary gifts ... more »
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''Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Catherine, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847). Said to Heathcliff, who had accused her of treat...
''Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Ellen Dean, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 13 (1847). Said of a letter she has received from Isabella...
''The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Heathcliff, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847).
''I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Mr. Lockwood, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 3 (1847).
''Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Nelly, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 7 (1847).
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 ...