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 Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002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

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Last Lines

NO coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life--that in me has rest,
As I--undying Life--have power in Thee!

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