The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Bronte contains poems that demonstrate a sensibility elemental in its force with an imaginative discipline and flexibility of the highest order. Also included are an Editor's Note and an index of first lines.
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Bronte is the latest in Knopf's "Everyman's Library Pocket Poets" series. This diminutive volume-6.5" x 4.5"-includes more than 100 poems.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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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
All Day I've Toiled
Alone I Sat -- The Summer Day
And First An Hour Of Mournful Musing
And Like Myself Lone, Wholly Lone
Anticipation
Awaking Morning Laughs From Heaven
The Battle Had Passed From The Height
The Bluebell
Companions, All Day Long We've Stood
D.g.c. To J.a
A Day Dream
The Day Is Done -- The Winter Sun
Death
A Death Scene
E.g. To M.r.
E.w. To A.g.a.
Fair Sinks The Summer Evening Now
Faith And Despondency
From A Dungeon Wall In The Southern College
From Our Evening Fireside Now
Geraldine
Glenden's Dream
H.a. And A.s.
Harp Of Wind And Dream-like Strain
High Waving Heather
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
How Still, How Happy
I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
I Know Not How It Falls On Me
I Would Have Touched The Heavenly Key
I'll Come When Thou Art Sadest
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 Too Late To Call Thee Now
It Was Night
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lines By Claudia
The Linnet In The Rocky Dells
A Little While, A Little While
Long Neglect Has Worn Away
M.a. Written On The Dungeon Wall - N.c
M.g. For The U.s.
May Flowers Are Opening
Mild The Mist Upon The Hill
Month Afer Month
My Comforter
My Heart Is Not Enrapturd Now
The Night Is Darkening Round Me
The Night Was Dark Yet Winter Breathed
No Coward Soul Is Mine
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 Dream, Where Art Thou Now?
O Mother I Am Not Regretting
The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall
On The Fall Of Zalona
Only Some Spires Of Bright Green Grass
The Organ Swells, The Trumpets Sound
The Philosopher
Plead For Me?
Redbreast Early In The Morning
Remembrance
Riches I Hold In Light Esteem
Rodric Lesly
Rosina
Self-interrogation
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
Sleep Brings No Joy To Me
Sleep Not, Dream Not
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
Strong I Stand
A Sudden Chasm Of Ghastly Light
The Sun Has Set
Sympathy
Tell Me Tell Me
A Thousand Sounds Of Happiness
Through The Hours Of Yesternight
'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
To A Bluebell
To A Wreath Of Snow
To A.g.a.
To A.s.
To Imagination (2)
Weaned From Life And Torn Away
Well, Some May Hate And Some May Scorn
What Use Is It To Slumber Here
When Days Of Beauty Deck The Earth
Why Ask To Know The Date -- The Clime?
Why Do I Hate That Lone Green Dell
The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are Lone
Will The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy?
Wind Sink To Rest
Written In Aspin Castle
Written On Returning To The P. Of I. On 10 January 1827
Yes Holy Be Thy Resting Place
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
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
All Day I've Toiled
Alone I Sat -- The Summer Day
And First An Hour Of Mournful Musing
And Like Myself Lone, Wholly Lone
Anticipation
Awaking Morning Laughs From Heaven
The Battle Had Passed From The Height
The Bluebell
Companions, All Day Long We've Stood
D.g.c. To J.a
A Day Dream
The Day Is Done -- The Winter Sun
Death
A Death Scene
E.g. To M.r.
E.w. To A.g.a.
Fair Sinks The Summer Evening Now
Faith And Despondency
From A Dungeon Wall In The Southern College
From Our Evening Fireside Now
Geraldine
Glenden's Dream
H.a. And A.s.
Harp Of Wind And Dream-like Strain
High Waving Heather
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
How Still, How Happy
I Am The Only Being Whose Doom
I Know Not How It Falls On Me
I Would Have Touched The Heavenly Key
I'll Come When Thou Art Sadest
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 Too Late To Call Thee Now
It Was Night
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lines
Lines By Claudia
The Linnet In The Rocky Dells
A Little While, A Little While
Long Neglect Has Worn Away
M.a. Written On The Dungeon Wall - N.c
M.g. For The U.s.
May Flowers Are Opening
Mild The Mist Upon The Hill
Month Afer Month
My Comforter
My Heart Is Not Enrapturd Now
The Night Is Darkening Round Me
The Night Was Dark Yet Winter Breathed
No Coward Soul Is Mine
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 Dream, Where Art Thou Now?
O Mother I Am Not Regretting
The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall
On The Fall Of Zalona
Only Some Spires Of Bright Green Grass
The Organ Swells, The Trumpets Sound
The Philosopher
Plead For Me?
Redbreast Early In The Morning
Remembrance
Riches I Hold In Light Esteem
Rodric Lesly
Rosina
Self-interrogation
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
Sleep Brings No Joy To Me
Sleep Not, Dream Not
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
Strong I Stand
A Sudden Chasm Of Ghastly Light
The Sun Has Set
Sympathy
Tell Me Tell Me
A Thousand Sounds Of Happiness
Through The Hours Of Yesternight
'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
To A Bluebell
To A Wreath Of Snow
To A.g.a.
To A.s.
To Imagination (2)
Weaned From Life And Torn Away
Well, Some May Hate And Some May Scorn
What Use Is It To Slumber Here
When Days Of Beauty Deck The Earth
Why Ask To Know The Date -- The Clime?
Why Do I Hate That Lone Green Dell
The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are Lone
Will The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy?
Wind Sink To Rest
Written In Aspin Castle
Written On Returning To The P. Of I. On 10 January 1827
Yes Holy Be Thy Resting Place
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
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Have you ever been at wits' end? Perhaps you believe in God but are shaking your fist at the sky and asking 'What are You thinking? How could you do this to me?' Then add for a bit more drama rejection, rejection and more rejection from those who don't understand one's unique artistic point of view. Last, add a dash of difficulty - yourself - you're not easy to deal with and bottomline the conventional is not your style. Then, you'll adore this book of poems by Emily Bronte. Most known for "Wuthering Heights" (which when repeatedly rejected by publishers - she would pack it up in the same wrapping and send it on again); some do not know what a great poet she was. Every facet of the human condition is explored in this little book - so readable, accessible, poignant and brilliant. For me, I never tire of reading it. And it's lovely to know that...she is still here.
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Bronte is fantastic!,
This review is from: Emily Bronte: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) (Hardcover)
I dedicated one of the poems in my recently published book of poems to Emily Bronte, and did so after falling in love with her own poetry. What divine spark burned within her bosom? What muses inspired her? Although we may never know, we can see their impact. Her poems are stunning, powerful, curious, entrancing.
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