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The Complete Poems (Penguin Classics) [Paperback]

Emily Brontė (Author), Janet Gezari (Contributor)
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March 2, 1993 Penguin Classics
The poems of Emily Jane Bronte are passionate and powerful works that convey the vitality of the human spirit and of the natural world. Only twenty-one of her poems were published during her lifetime - this volume contains those and all others attributed to her. Many poems describe the mythic country of Gondal and its citizens that she imagined with Anne, and remain the only surviving record of their joint creation. Other visionary works, including "Remembrance" and "No Coward Soul is Mine", boldly confront mortality and anticipate life after death. And poems such as "Redbreast Early in the Morning" and "The Blue Bell is the Sweetest Flower' evoke the wild beauties of nature she observed on the Yorkshire moors, while also examining the state of her psyche.


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Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
A.e. And R.c.
A.g.a. (2)
A.g.a. (3)
A.g.a. To A.e.
A.g.a. To A.s.
A.g.a. To A.s.
A.g.a. To A.s.
A.s. To G.s.
Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun
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
Anticipation
Awaking Morning Laughs From Heaven
Away Away Resign Me Now
Aye There It Is! It Wakes Tonight
The Battle Had Passed From The Height
The Bluebell
But The Hearts That Once Adored Me
Coldly, Bleakly, Drearily
Come Hither Child -- Who Gifted Thee
Come, Walk With Me
Companions, All Day Long We've Stood
D.g.c. To J.a
Darkness Was Overtraced On Every Face
A Day Dream
The Day Is Done -- The Winter Sun
Death
The Death Of A.g.a
A Death Scene
Deep Deep Down In The Silent Grave
Douglas's Ride
E.g. To M.r.
E.w. To A.g.a.
The Evening Sun Was Sinking Down
F. De Samara To A.g.a.
Fair Sinks The Summer Evening Now
Faith And Despondency
Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn
A Farewell To Alexandria
For Him Who Struck Thy Foreign String
From A Dungeon Wall In The Southern College
From Our Evening Fireside Now
Geraldine
Glenden's Dream
H.a. And A.s.
Had There Been Falsehood In My Breast
Harp Of Wild And Dream Like Strain
Heaven's Glory Shone Where He Was Laid
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 Clear She Shines
How Golden Bright From Earth And Heaven
How Long Will You Remain?
How Loud The Storm Sounds Round The Hall!
How Still, How Happy! Those Are Words
I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
I Gazed Within Thine Earnest [ernest] Eyes
I Know Not How It Falls On Me
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 Would Have Touched The Heavenly Key
I'll Come When Thou Art Sadest
I'm Happiest When Most Away
Ierne's Eyes Were Glazed And Dim
If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee
If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee
In Summer's Mellow Midnight
In The Earth, The Earth Thou Shalt Be Laid
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
Julian M. And A.g. Rochelle
Lady In Your Palace Hall
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lines By Claudia
A Little While, A Little While
A Little While, A Little While
Lonely At Her Window Sitting
Long Neglect Has Worn Away
Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring
Love Is Like The Wild Rose Briar
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
The Morning Star
My Comforter
My Heart Is Not Enrapturd Now
The Night Is Darkening Round Me
The Night Of Storms Has Passed
The Night Was Dark Yet Winter Breathed
No Coward Soul Is Mine
None But One Beheld Him Dying
None Of My Kindred Now Can Tell
Not A Vapour Had Stained The Breezless Blue
Now Trust A Breast [or, 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 Time [or, Elbe] Ruined Lonly Now
On The Fall Of Zalona
The Organ Swells, The Trumpets Sound
The Philosopher
Plead For Me?
The Prisoner (a Fragment)
Redbreast Early In The Morning
Remembrance
Riches I Hold In Light Esteem
Rodric Lesly
Rosina
Self-interrogation
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
She Dried Her Tears, And They Did Smile
Shed No Tears O'er That Tomb
Sleep Brings No Joy To Me
Sleep Not Dream Not This Bright Day
Song
Song
Song
Song
Song By J. Brenzaida To G.s.
Song By Julius Angora
Song By Julius Brenzaida
Song To A.a.
Stanzas
The Starry Night Shall Tidings Bring
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
Sympathy
Tell Me, Tell Me, Smiling Child
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
There Was A Time When My Cheek Burned
A Thousand Sounds Of Happiness
Through The Hours Of Yesternight
'tis Evening Now, The Sun Descends
'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
To A Bluebell
To A Wreath Of Snow
To A.g.a.
To A.s.
To Imagination (2)
To The Horse Black Eagle Which I Rode At The Battle Zamorna
'twas One Of Those Dark, Cloudy Days
Upon Her Soothing Breast
Was It With The Fields Of Green
Weaned From Life And Torn Away
Well, Some May Hate And Some May Scorn
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 Di I Hate That Lone Green Dell?
The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are Lone
Will The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy?
The Wind I Hear It Sighing
Wind Sink To Rest In The Heather
The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
Woods You Need Not Frown On Me
Written In Aspin Castle
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
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®

About the Author

Emily Bronte (1818-1848) published only one novel, Wuthering Heights (1847), a story of doomed love and revenge. But that single work places has its place among the masterpieces of English literature. Some of her best lyrics are also rated with the best in English poetry.

Product Details

  • Paperback: 336 pages
  • Publisher: Penguin Classics (March 2, 1993)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0140423524
  • ISBN-13: 978-0140423525
  • Product Dimensions: 7.6 x 5 x 0.9 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9.9 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,169,920 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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4.0 out of 5 stars A Reading of Dated Poem "5" 13 December 1836, March 2, 2011
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I simply love this poem! All explication is in the video.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Stunningly Beautiful, February 12, 2011
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The poems are stunningly beautiful and compared to a lot of classic poetry relatively easy to follow, because of their lyrical force.

The best of them have a mystical energy that transcends time. "If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee" is one of my favourites. It is like an old friend.

It's one of the great pieces of writing integrated into my novel `A Song for Jo', where a major theme is the attempt by a young couple to live and love by the ideals expressed in some great Literature. The novel explores, in the narrative, how the force of great literature can inform and develop a receptive, creative mind, making it a love story with a difference!

People of all ages and sex have liked it a lot. It's also got a stunning Pre-Raphaelite art work on the cover. The writing is as beautiful. Take a look.

It's available on Amazon - please follow the link.
A SONG FOR JO
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First Sentence:
'The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away; - 'Iernė, round our sheltered hall November's gusts unheeded call; Not one faint breath can enter here Enough to wave my daughter's hair, And I am glad to watch the blaze Glance from her eyes, with mimic rays; To feel her cheek so softly pressed, In happy quiet on my breast. Read the first page
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