Emily Jane Brontë

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

Emily Jane Brontë Poems

1. Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn 12/31/2002
2. The Elder's Rebuke 3/27/2012
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore 12/31/2002
4. The Philosopher 12/31/2002
5. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee 12/31/2002
6. Well Hast Thou Spoke 12/19/2011
7. Stanzas To - 12/31/2002
8. Honour's Martyr 12/31/2002
9. Speak, God Of Visions 1/1/2004
10. The Wanderer From The Fold 3/27/2012
11. Prisoner, The - (A Fragment) 12/31/2002
12. 'Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place' 12/31/2002
13. A Little While, A Little While, 12/31/2002
14. Plead For Me 12/31/2002
15. The Visionary 1/1/2004
16. R. Alcona To J. Brenzaida 12/19/2011
17. Oh, Thy Bright Eyes Must Answer Now 12/19/2011
18. Warning And Reply 3/27/2012
19. Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring 3/27/2012
20. The Night - Wind 12/31/2002
21. That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling 12/31/2002
22. Silent Is The House 12/19/2011
23. Come Hither, Child 12/31/2002
24. Song 12/31/2002
25. My Lady's Grave 1/1/2004
26. The Two Children 12/19/2011
27. Self-Interrogation 12/31/2002
28. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
29. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending 12/31/2002
30. The Blue Bell 12/31/2002
31. How Clear She Shines 12/31/2002
32. Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep 12/19/2011
33. Encouragement 3/27/2012
34. My Comforter 12/31/2002
35. The Sun Has Set 12/31/2002
36. The Lady To Her Guitar 3/27/2012
37. [long Neglect Has Worn Away] 12/19/2011
38. Last Lines 1/1/2004
39. The Prisoner. A Fragment 12/19/2011
40. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun 12/19/2011
Best Poem of Emily Jane Brontë

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.

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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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