Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

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 Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002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

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    she had a rough childhood I'm glad she got through it and didn`t give up with her sister

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  • 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

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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'.

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  • 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'.

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Best Poem of Emily Jane Brontë

Come, Walk With Me

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we ...

Read the full of Come, Walk With Me


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,