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 Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002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