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

Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me
And tell, why I have chosen thee!

Stern Reason is to judgment come,
Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:
Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?

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