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Emily Jane Brontė
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(1818 - 1848)
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"I am the only being whose doom..."
I am the only being whose doom
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"Me thinks this heart..."
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
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'Fall, leaves, fall'
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
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'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
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'Yes, holy be thy resting place'
Yes, holy be thy resting place
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A Day Dream
On a sunny brae, alone I lay
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A Death - Scene
"O day! he cannot die
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A Little Budding Rose
It was a little budding rose,
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A little while, a little while,
A little while, a little while,
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Anticipation
How beautiful the earth is still,
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At Castle Wood
The day is done, the winter sun
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Blue Bell, The
The blue bell is the sweetest flower
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Come hither, child
Come hither, child--who gifted thee
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Come, Walk With Me,
Come, walk with me,
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Death
Death! that struck when I was most confiding
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Faith and Despondency
The winter wind is loud and wild,
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Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
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High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
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Honour's Martyr
The moon is full this winter night;
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Hope
Hope was but a timid friend;
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How Clear She Shines
How clear she shines! How quietly
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How still, how happy!
How still, how happy! Those are words
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I see around me tombstones grey
I see around me tombstones grey
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If grief for grief can touch thee
If grief for grief can touch thee,
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Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
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My Comforter
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
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Night - Wind, The
In summer's mellow midnight,
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Night is Darkening Around Me, The
The night is darkening round me,
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No Coward Soul Is Mine
No coward soul is mine,
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Old Stoic, The
Riches I hold in light esteem;
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Philosopher, The
"Enough of thought, philosopher!
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Plead For Me
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now,
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Prisoner, The - (A Fragment)
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray,
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Remembrance
Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee!
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Self-Interrogation
The evening passes fast away,
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Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
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She Dried Her Tears
She dried her tears and they did smile
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Song
The linnet in the rocky dells,
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Stanzas
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
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Stanzas to -
Well, some may hate and some may scorn,
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Stars
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
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Sun Has Set, The
The sun has set, and the long grass now
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Sympathy
There should be no despair for you
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That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling
That wind I used to hear it swelling
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To Imagination
When weary with the long day's care,
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Wind was Rough which Tore, The
The wind was rough which tore
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