Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

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 Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002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

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'

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