Poems by Emily Jane Brontë
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
... What have those lonely mountains worth revealing ...
The Bluebell
... The heavens have lost their zone of gold, ...
Encouragement
... What though her brow be changed and cold, ...
The Night-Wind
... " In these stanzas a louder gale has roused the sleeper on her ...
The Wanderer From The Fold
... What rocks and shelves, and sands lay round ...
Sympathy
... There should be no despair-though tears ...
The Prisoner
... With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars: ...
Mild the mist upon the hill
... The damp stands on the long green grass ...
Plead For Me
... Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me ...
Holyday
... And, deepening still the dream-like charm, ...
Last Words
... And there are eyes whose lightning shine ...
Hope
... Stretched her wings and soared to heaven ...
If grief for grief can touch thee
... If grief for grief can touch thee, ...
Stanzas
... I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, ...
The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
... It has a brow of ghostly whiteness ...
