Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë Poems
- Love And Friendship Love is like the wild ...
- Come, Walk With Me Come, walk with me, There's only thee ...
- Hope Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated...
- Spellbound The night is darkening round me, The wild winds ...
- I Am The Only Being Whose Doom I am the only being whose ...
- How Still, How Happy! How still, how happy! Those are ...
- "A Little While, A Little Whil... A little while, a little ...
Emily Brontë was an English novelist and poet, best remembered for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily was the third eldest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She published under the pen name Ellis Bell.
Emily Brontë was born on 30 July 1818 in Thornton, near Bradford in Yorkshire, to Maria Branwell and Patrick Brontë. She was the younger sister of Charlotte Brontë and the fifth of six children. In 1824, the family moved to Haworth, where Emily's father was perpetual curate, and it was in these surroundings that their literary gifts ... more »
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''Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Catherine, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847). Said to Heathcliff, who had accused her of treat...
''Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Ellen Dean, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 13 (1847). Said of a letter she has received from Isabella...
''The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Heathcliff, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847).
''I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Mr. Lockwood, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 3 (1847).
''Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.''Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Nelly, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 7 (1847).
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.