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Emily Bronte
July 30, 1818 December 19, 1848
Poetry Listing
See Emily Bronte's Story and Essay Listing Here.
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight | Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, | | 12 | 788 | | 2: | A Day Dream. | On a sunny brae alone I lay | | 72 | 721 | | 3: | A Death-Scene. | O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! | | 52 | 700 | | 4: | A Little Budding Rose | It was a little budding rose, | | 18 | 745 | | 5: | A Little While, A Little While | A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, | | 40 | 746 | | 6: | Anticipation. | How beautiful the earth is still, | | 52 | 718 | | 7: | At Castle Wood | The day is done, the winter sun | | 24 | 627 | | 8: | Come Hither, Child | Come hither, child, who gifted thee | | 32 | 585 | | 9: | Come, Walk With Me | Come, walk with me, There's only thee | | 32 | 693 | | 10: | Death. | Death! that struck when I was most confiding. | | 32 | 695 | | 11: | Faith And Despondency. | The winter wind is loud and wild, | | 70 | 622 | | 12: | Fall, Leaves, Fall | Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; | | 8 | 758 | | 13: | Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn | Far, far away is mirth withdrawn | | 36 | 599 | | 14: | High Waving Heather 'neath Stormy Blasts Bending | High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, | | 18 | 580 | | 15: | Honour's Martyr. | The moon is full this winter night; | | 64 | 677 | | 16: | Hope. | Hope Was but a timid friend; | | 16 | 683 | | 17: | How Clear She Shines. | How clear she shines! How quietly | | 40 | 611 | | 18: | How Still, How Happy! | How still, how happy! Those are words | | 32 | 567 | | 19: | I Am The Only Being Whose Doom | I am the only being whose doom | | 24 | 712 | | 20: | I See Around Me Tombstones Grey | I see around me tombstones grey | | 46 | 613 | | 21: | If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee | If grief for grief can touch thee, | | 16 | 615 | | 22: | Last Lines | No coward soul is mine, | | 28 | 654 | | 23: | Love And Friendship | Love is like the wild rose-briar, | | 12 | 733 | | 24: | Me Thinks This Heart Should Rest Awhile | Me thinks this heart should rest awhile | | 16 | 677 | | 25: | Mild The Mist Upon The Hill | Mild the mist upon the hill | | 16 | 666 | | 26: | Moonlight, Summer Moonlight | Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, | | 12 | 644 | | 27: | My Comforter. | Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught | | 38 | 617 | | 28: | My Lady's Grave | The linnet in the rocky dells, | | 28 | 598 | | 29: | No Coward Soul Is Mine | No coward soul is mine, | | 28 | 633 | | 30: | Plead For Me. | Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, | | 40 | 651 | | 31: | Remembrance. | Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, | | 32 | 675 | | 32: | Self-Interogation. | The evening passes fast away. | | 48 | 587 | | 33: | Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee | Shall Earth no more inspire thee, | | 28 | 646 | | 34: | She Dried Her Tears And They Did Smile | She dried her tears and they did smile | | 8 | 667 | | 35: | Song. | The linnet in the rocky dells, | | 28 | 629 | | 36: | Speak, God Of Visions | O, thy bright eyes must answer now, | | 40 | 603 | | 37: | Stanzas To ---- | Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, | | 26 | 586 | | 38: | Stanzas. | I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, | | 16 | 581 | | 39: | Stars. | Ah! why, because the dazzling sun | | 48 | 759 | | 40: | Sympathy. | There should be no despair for you | | 16 | 636 | | 41: | That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling | That wind I used to hear it swelling | | 12 | 628 | | 42: | The Blue Bell | The blue bell is the sweetest flower | | 48 | 609 | | 43: | The Night - Wind | In summer's mellow midnight, | | 36 | 639 | | 44: | The Night Is Darkening Around Me | The night is darkening round me, | | 12 | 635 | | 45: | The Old Stoic. | Riches I hold in light esteem, | | 12 | 540 | | 46: | The Philosopher. | Enough of thought, philosopher! | | 56 | 729 | | 47: | The Prisoner. | In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray, | | 64 | 645 | | 48: | The Sun Has Set | The sun has set, and the long grass now | | 8 | 642 | | 49: | The Visionary | Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: | | 20 | 589 | | 50: | The Wind Was Rough Which Tore | The wind was rough which tore | | 9 | 618 | | 51: | To Imagination. | When weary with the long day's care, | | 36 | 628 | | 52: | Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place | Yes, holy be thy resting place | | 24 | 657 |
About:
Emily Jane Brontė was a British novelist and poet, now best remembered for her only novel Wuthering Heights, a classic of English literature. Emily was the second eldest of the three surviving Brontė sisters, being younger than Charlotte and older than Anne. She published under the masculine pen name Ellis Bell.
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