The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Bronte (Paperback)

~ (Author), C. W. Hatfield (Editor), Irene Taylor (Foreword) "A study of Emily Bronte's poems as they are presented by Mr Hatfield in the present volume reveals that majority, perhaps all of them, pertain..." (more)
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Originally published in 1923, this volume was the result of more than 20 years' worth of work by editor Hatfield to isolate Bronte's poetry from that of her sisters. Overall, the volume contains better than 200 poems.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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A.e. [and R.c]
A.g.a. (sleep Brings)
A.g.a. (there Shines)
A.g.a. (where Were Ye)
A.g.a. (why Do)
A.g.a. To A.e.
A.g.a. To A.s.
A.g.a. To A.s.
Alcona, In Its Changing Mood
All Day I've Toiled, But Not With Pain
All Hushed And Still Within The House
Alone I Sat; The Summer Day
And First An Hour Of Mournful Musing
And Like Myself Lone, Wholly Lone
And Now The House-dog Stretched Once More
Arthur Ex To -
Awaking Morning Laughs From Heaven
Away, Away, Resign Me Now
Aye, There It Is! It Wakes Tonight
The Battle Had Passed From The Height
But The Hearts That Once Adored Me
By R. Gleneden
Coldly, Bleakly, Drearily
Come, Walk With Me
D.g.c. To J.a
Darkness Was Overtraced On Every Face
The Death Of A.g.a
Deep, Deep Down In The Silent Grave
Douglas's Ride
E.g. To M.r.
E.j.b.
The Evening Sun Was Sinking Down
F. De Samara To A.g.a.
Fair Sinks The Summer Evening Now
Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn
Geraldine
Glenden's Dream
H.a. And A.s.
H.g.
Had There Been Falsehood In My Breast
Here, With My Knee Upon Thy Stone
High Waving Heather, 'neath Stormy Blasts Bending
His Land May Burst The Galling Chain
Honour's Martyr
Hope
How Golden Bright From Earth And Heaven
How Loud The Storm Sounds Round The Hall!
How Still, How Happy! Those Are Words
I Gazed Within Thine Earnest Eyes
I Paused On The Threshold, I Turned To The Sky
I Saw Thee, Child, One Summer's Day
I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
I'm Happiest When Most Away
I've Been Wandering In The Greenwoods
The Inspiring Music's Thrilling Sound
It Is Not Pride, It Is Not Shame
It Is Too Late To Call Thee Now
It Was Night, And On The Mountains
It Will Not Shine Again
It's Over Now; I've Known It All
Lady, In Your Palace Hall
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lonely At Her Window Sitting
Long Neglect Has Worn Away
M.a. Written On The Dungeon Wall - N.c
M.g. For The U.s.
May Flowers Are Opening
Methinks This Heart Should Rest Awhile
Mild The Mist Upon The Hill
Month After Month, Year After Year
My Comforter
The Night Of Storms Has Passed
None But One Beheld Him Dying
None Of My Kindred Now Can Tell
Not A Vapour Had Stained The Breezless Blue
Not Many Years But Long Enough To See
Now Trust A Heart That Trusts In You
O Come Again; What Chains Withhold
O Come With Me, Thus Ran The Song
O Dream, Where Art Thou Now?
O Evening, Why Is Thy Light So Sad?
O God Of Heaven! The Dream Of Horror
O Hinder Me By No Delay
O Mother, I Am Not Regretting
The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall
Old Hall Of Elbe, Ruined, Lonely Now
The Old Stoic
On The Fall Of Zalona
Only Some Spires Of Bright Green Grass
The Organ Swells, The Trumpets Sound
Rodric Lesly
Rosina
She Dried Her Tears, And They Did Smile
Song
Song
Song By J. Brenzaida To G.s.
Song By Julius Angora
Song By Julius Brenzaida
Song To A.a.
The Starry Night Shall Tidings Bring
Stars
Start Not Upon The Minster Wall
Still As She Looked The Iron Clouds
Still Beside That Dreary Water
Strong I Stand, Though I Have Borne
A Sudden Chasm Of Ghastly Light
The Sun Has Set
That Dreary Lake, That Midnight Sky
That Wind, I Used To Hear It Swelling
There Are Two Trees In A Lonely Field
There Let Thy Bleeding Branch Atone
There Swept Adown That Dreary Glen
A Thousand Sounds Of Happiness
Through The Hours Of Yesternight
'tis Evening Now, The Sun Descends
'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
To A Wreath Of Snow
To A.g.a.
To A.s.
'twas One Of Those Dark, Cloudy Days
Upon Her Soothing Breast
Was It With The Fields Of Green
What Is That Smoke That Ever Still
What Use Is It To Slumber Here
What Winter Floods, What Showers Of Spring
When Days Of Beauty Deck The Earth
Why Ask To Know The Date -- The Clime?
Why Ask To Know What Date, What Clime?
The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are Lone
Will The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy?
The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
The Wind, I Hear It Sighing
Wind, Sink To Rest In The Heather
Written In Aspin Cave
Written On Returning To The P. Of I. On 10 January 1827
Written To Gaaldine Prison Caves To A.g.a.
Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
Copyright© 1998 Roth Publishing, Inc. All Rights Reserved -- Table of Poems from Poem Finder® --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

• Paperback: 262 pages
• Publisher: Columbia University Press (February 15, 1995)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0231103476
• ISBN-13: 978-0231103473
• Product Dimensions: 8.9 x 6 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 13.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
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15 of 16 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful Collection, October 17, 2000

By	butterflygrrrl (Colorado) - See all my reviews

Emily Bronte's poetry is wild and beautiful. Ranging between gentle melancholy to fierce pride, her poems successfully capture human emotion. Many of her poems are about, or written from the viewpoint of the inhabitants of, the fictional kingdom of Gondal. Although these are set in an imaginary land, the Gondal poems stand well alongside the more personal verse. This particular volume is valuable because it includes a description and history of the Gondal saga Emily and her sister Anne created. It is often hard, in other collections, to tell which is personal and which is fictional, but here the Gondal poems are listed. This is very useful to those who wish to study this creation of the Bronte imagination. Also useful is the the chronological order of the poems (as far as can be determined), which makes it easy to follow her development as a poet. I recommend it highly.

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Breathtaking, June 26, 1999

By	[e-mail] "fanficcer" (Massachusetts) - See all my reviews

Few who read Emily Bronte's poems and magnificent novel, Wuthering Heights, can fail to be moved by the sheer power of her language and insight. Though her tragic early death robbed the world of countless literary treasures, EJB's poetry here provides plenty of beautiful poetry (some of it foreshadowing WH) for those who love her to enjoy and study. Read it and savor it.

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A must read/own book, April 11, 2008

By	Joan Frazier "Barbara" (Morehead, KY USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I recommend this volume of poetry to any Emily Bronte fan. I own a copy of this collection of poetry. I can certainly see traces of Wuthering Heights in these poems. My favorite poem (besides the Gondal poems) is a chilling account of a dark young man coming to a family's home for dinner. I'm not sure if the young man is human, ghost, or demon, but if you read this poem in this amazing collection you can judge for yourself. Also at the begining is an informative essay on the Gondal poems. I suggest that one should read that before beginning the poems because it is most helpful. Again this is a must-read book.