Who is Emily Bronte

Emily Jane Brontë (/ˈbrɒnti/, commonly /-teɪ/; 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. Emily was the third-eldest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She published under the pen name Ellis Bell.

Early life The three Brontë sisters, in an 1834 painting by their brothe...
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Emily Bronte Poems

  • Self-interogation.
    "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! ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Emily Bronte

Heart 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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  • Raysgal: wuthering heights by emily bronte
  • Colbenjamin: my friends at bulverde books have recently released an annotated, illustrated paperback edition of the classic novel, “wurthering heights” by emily bronte. a tale of tragic romance, jealousy and vengefulness
  • Kelionfilm: emily brontë needs to stop being so poetic it’s hurting my heart
  • Celinajaitly: 'may you not rest, as long as i am living. you said i killed you - haunt me, then'. -- emily bronte, wuthering heights
  • Mariagshansen: the giant trees are bending their bare boughs weighed with snow. and the storm is fast descending, ... i will not, cannot go. -emily brontë
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