Poems by Emily Jane Brontë
Honour's Martyr
... False friends will launch their covert sneers ...
Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun
... Thought followed thoughtstar followed star ...
[Long Neglect Has Worn Away]
... Fair the hand that traced that line, ...
from Silent is the House
... And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine! ...
The Two Children
... And, though clouded, sweet are youthful years ...
Loud without the wind was roaring
... For the moors! For the moors, where the short grass ...
Death, that struck when I was most confiding
... Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish ...
To Imagination
... Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt, ...
Anticipation
... Before their hearts went wandering wrong,- ...
Stanzas To - - - -
... " But these were thoughts that vanished too ...
At Castle Wood
... I mourn not heaven would blast my sight, ...
Moonlight, summer moonlight
... Green grass and dew-steeped flowers ...
Riches I hold in light esteem
... Through life and death, a chainless soul ...
Come, Walk With Me
... Can Friendship's flower droop on for years ...
I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
... But who reads not through that tender glow ...
