Treasure Island

Emily Jane Brontë

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

Quotations

  • ''I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
    It vexes me to choose another guide:
    Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
    Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Often rebuked, yet always back returning (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
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  • ''I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
    And not in paths of high morality,
    And not among the half-distinguished faces,
    The clouded forms of long-past history.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Ofte rebuked, yet always back returning (l. 9-12). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
    While the world's tide is bearing me along;
    Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me,
    Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 13-16). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''No other sun has lightened up my heaven,
    No other star has ever shone for me;
    All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
    All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 17-20). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
    Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
    Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
    How could I seek the empty world again?''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. Remembrance (l. 29-32). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''And when thy heart is laid to rest
    Beneath the church-yard stone
    I shall have time enough to mourn
    And thou to be alone."''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Night Wind (l. 33-36). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''I sat in silent musing—
    The soft wind waved my hair;
    It told me heaven was glorious
    And sleeping earth was fair.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Night Wind (l. 5-8). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''And if I pray, the only prayer
    That moves my lips for me
    Is—'Leave the heart that now I bear,
    And give me liberty.'''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Old Stoic (l. 5-8). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
    'Tis all that I implore—
    Through life and death, a chainless soul,
    With courage to endure!''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Old Stoic (l. 9-12). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë. C. W. Hatfield, ed. (1941) Columbia University Press.
  • ''"But, first a hush of peace—a soundless calm descends;
    The struggle of distress, and fierce impatience ends;
    Mute music soothes my breast—unuttered harmony,
    That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British poet, novelist. The Prisoner (l. 13-16). . . Attributed to "Ellis Bell" (pseud.) Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.

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Sympathy

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?

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