Emily Jane Brontë

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

Hope

Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!


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  • Joshua AdeyemiJoshua Adeyemi (3/10/2018 1:38:00 PM)

    She would sing while I was weeping;
    If I listened, she would cease.
    Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
    Went, and ne'er returned again!(Report)Reply

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  • Gonski McGons (12/3/2017 7:45:00 PM)

    Very good poem i love very much sweet sexy poem i love it(Report)Reply

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  • Plabita BhaskarPlabita Bhaskar (3/27/2017 6:16:00 AM)

    She would sing while I was weeping;
    If I listened, she would cease.
    Can closely associate with these lines. Indeed hope is a jolly pal for an aching soul. she would balm with kindness, enlightening our souls.(Report)Reply

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  • Plabita BhaskarPlabita Bhaskar (3/27/2017 6:11:00 AM)

    She would sing while I was weeping;
    If I listened, she would cease.

    Can closely associate with these lines... indeed hope is a timid friend. She whispers light when in doom, balms with sunshine and wishful dreams. Beautiful poem! !(Report)Reply

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  • Sylvaonyema UbaSylvaonyema Uba (2/14/2017 7:01:00 PM)

    ...she whispered peace.

    Nice poem!
    Well communicated.

    Sylva(Report)Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/4/2016 11:51:00 PM)

    Hope is indeed a friend who never leaves us whatever be the situation is.Already ReportedReply

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/11/2015 4:28:00 AM)

    A unique experience of a poetry here I enjoyed. Great.(Report)Reply

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  • Panos Papalos (4/13/2014 9:54:00 AM)

    Emily's lyricism is unique: simplistically fascinating.
    Hope dissected through vivid, agonizing and breathtaking pictures.
    So young yet so pensive!(Report)Reply

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  • Christian Eliab Ratnam (5/21/2005 10:06:00 AM)

    Miss Emily Bronte has once again touched my heart with her self-forgetting use of spellbinding english. Hope which sometimes seems not present has indeed been given an excuse for. Hope's charactor so complex by itself has been potrayed by Miss Bronte in simplicity and wit.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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