Poems by Emily Jane Brontë
Death
... From all wrong - from every blight but thine! Cruel Death! The young leaves droop and languish ...
She Dried Her Tears
... That full heart throbbed to overflow With that sweet look and lively tone ...
Stanza
... For idle dreams of things which cannot be:Today, I will seek not the shadowy region ...
The Night is Darkening Around Me
... Their bare boughs weighed with snow ...
"Me thinks this heart..."
... Wave their light leaves in summer's glow Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe ...
Blue Bell, The
... With transient brilliancy, How do I yearn, how do I pine ...
Self-Interrogation
... Pours black reproach on me: "And though I've said that Conscience lies, ...
Wind was Rough which Tore, The
... The withering corpse to me We wander on we have no rest ...
Prisoner, The - (A Fragment)
... I may weep and sue, - but never, friend, before! Still, let my tyrants know, I am not doom'd to wear ...
Song
... They thought their hearts could ne'er recall ...
How Clear She Shines
... Where, writhing 'neath the strokes of Fate, ...
The Prisoner: Pt 1
... ake a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire, And visions rise and change which kill me with desire ...
How beautiful the Earth is still
... Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave, ...
She Dried Her Tears And They Did Smile
... They could not guess at midnight lone ...
The Old Stoic
... Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ...
