Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. Past, Present, Future 6/17/2015
2. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
3. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
4. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
5. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
6. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
7. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
8. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
9. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
10. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
11. The Two Children 12/19/2011
12. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
13. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
14. Encouragement 3/27/2012
15. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
16. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
17. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
18. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
19. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
20. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
21. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
22. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
23. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
24. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
25. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
26. Song 12/31/2002
27. My Comforter 12/31/2002
28. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
29. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
30. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 12/31/2002
31. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
32. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
33. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
34. Stanzas 12/31/2002
35. The Sun Has Set 12/31/2002
36. Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 1/1/2004
37. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
38. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
39. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
40. Last Lines 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Jane Brontë

  • Melikhaya Zagagana Melikhaya Zagagana (8/30/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    In Emily Jane Bronte's Intro-biography in Wuthering Heights she was born on the 18th of July 1818. Here the dates had been postponed to the 30th, is a misprint?

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  • Gloria Nisbet (12/20/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Like to read all her works/poems

  • John Kim (12/20/2011 10:02:00 PM)

    When I was youth, I loved Emily Jane Bronte so I wanted to marrage with her. I thought that to go bac to the past by time machine.
    Now I love her.

  • fleur de lys (6/5/2010 7:16:00 AM)

    No other soul has echoed the feelings of my own heart so consistently as this lady.

  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (9/27/2008 9:09:00 AM)

    I was wrong. the poem 'silent is the house' is on here, its just under the title 'the visionary'.

  • Florencia Medrano (3/17/2008 4:11:00 PM)

    The following poem was written by Emily Brontë; (Born in Irland- 1818- and died at the age of thirty- 1848) .
    Most of her poetry reflected her life. A passionate woman thou silent, reserved and loner, therefore sad and sorrow.
    'I am the only being whose doom' have six stanza; the rhyme and rythem follow a regular scheme; and the use of figures of speech give a particular tender to it.
    The persona in the poem describes her reflection towards the world. A young girl- eighteen years- who realize youth is more than hopes and dreams.
    It implies truth and pain. Taking into account the fifth stanza: ' First melted off the hope of youth, then fancy's rainbow fast withdrew; and then experience told me truth in mortal bosoms never grew.'
    Her life have had more downs than ups, as she continuously mentions unhappy adjetives, such us: (doom, gloom, sad, drear, hollow) .
    The reader can tell that the persona's lack of affection when it says: ' As lone as on my natal day.' A simile that gives life to the poem.
    She seems to prefere death than life- ' No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn.'- a strong metaphor to make clear her whole idea; not only death but loneliness.
    Finally, the last stanza emphasise on a corrupted world- hollow, servile, insencere- which makes us forget our human essence becoming selfisk people; as she is 'friendless'.

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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My Comforter

Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought
To gleam in open view.

Deep down, concealed within my soul,
That light lies hid from men;
Yet, glows unquenched - though shadows roll,

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