Who is Emily BronteEmily Jane Brontë (, commonly ; 30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published a book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius. Emily was the second-youngest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She published under the pen name Ellis Bell.
Emily Brontë was born on 30 July 1818 to Maria Branwell and an Irish father, Patrick Brontë. The family was living on Market Street in the village of Thornton on the outskirts of Bradford, in the West Riding of Yorkshir...
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Emily Bronte Poems
"The evening passes fast away.
'Tis almost time to rest;
What thoughts has left the vanished day,
What feelings in thy breast? ...
- The Night - Wind
In summer's mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window,
And rose-trees wet with dew. ...
- Stanzas To ----
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,
And some may quite forget thy name;
But my sad heart must ever mourn
Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame! ...
- Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, ...
- The Philosopher.
Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Top 10 most used topics by Emily BronteHeart 32 Heaven 24 Soul 22 Spirit 22 Sweet 22 Earth 22 Love 21 Away 21 Death 21 I Love You 21
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Thebrontesbot: poems of emily brontË xviii no coward soul is mine no trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere i see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal arming me from fear
Thesarahshay: conventional wisdom: show, don't tell! emily bronte: or, hear me out, what if most of my story was someone telling a story to the narrator, and sometimes telling a story about someone else telling them a story?
Karenievers: fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; lengthen night and shorten day; every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree. i shall smile when wreaths of snow blossom where the rose should grow; i shall sing when night’s decay ushers in a drearier day. ~emily brontë
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