Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. "A Little While, A Little While..." 1/1/2004
2. "Me Thinks This Heart..." 12/31/2002
3. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
4. A Day Dream 12/31/2002
5. A Death - Scene 12/31/2002
6. A Little Budding Rose 12/31/2002
7. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
8. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
9. Anticipation 12/31/2002
10. At Castle Wood 12/31/2002
11. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
12. Come, Walk With Me 12/31/2002
13. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding 12/31/2002
14. Encouragement 3/27/2012
15. Faith And Despondency 12/31/2002
16. 'Fall, Leaves, Fall' 12/31/2002
17. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
18. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending 12/31/2002
19. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
20. Hope 12/31/2002
21. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
22. How Clear She Shines 12/31/2002
23. How Still, How Happy! 12/31/2002
24. I Am The Only Being Whose Doom 12/31/2002
25. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey 12/31/2002
26. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee 12/31/2002
27. Last Lines 1/1/2004
28. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
29. Love And Friendship 12/31/2002
30. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
31. Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 1/1/2004
32. My Comforter 12/31/2002
33. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
34. No Coward Soul Is Mine 12/31/2002
35. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
36. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
37. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
38. Past, Present, Future 6/17/2015
39. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
40. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002

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 ...

Read the full of I Am The Only Being Whose Doom


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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