Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

41. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
42. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning 12/19/2011
43. Faith And Despondency 12/31/2002
44. Anticipation 12/31/2002
45. No Coward Soul Is Mine 12/31/2002
46. To Imagination 12/31/2002
47. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 12/31/2002
48. At Castle Wood 12/31/2002
49. She Dried Her Tears 12/31/2002
50. How Beautiful The Earth Is Still 12/19/2011
51. Remembrance 12/31/2002
52. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey 12/31/2002
53. Riches I Hold In Light Esteem 12/19/2011
54. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding 12/31/2002
55. A Death - Scene 12/31/2002
56. Moonlight, Summer Moonlight 1/1/2004
57. Sympathy 12/31/2002
58. The Old Stoic 12/31/2002
59. Stars 12/31/2002
60. Stanzas 12/31/2002
61. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee 12/31/2002
62. Mild The Mist Upon The Hill 1/3/2003
63. A Day Dream 12/31/2002
64. "Me Thinks This Heart..." 12/31/2002
65. The Night Is Darkening Around Me 12/31/2002
66. A Little Budding Rose 12/31/2002
67. 'Fall, Leaves, Fall' 12/31/2002
68. "A Little While, A Little While..." 1/1/2004
69. How Still, How Happy! 12/31/2002
70. I Am The Only Being Whose Doom 12/31/2002
71. Spellbound 12/19/2011
72. Hope 12/31/2002
73. Come, Walk With Me 12/31/2002
74. Love And Friendship 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

Love And Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

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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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