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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  • Wa_waters: the author explores, with great understanding, the essence of art and the artisan’s deep need to create. with a contemporary and individual style she manages to summon descriptive quality of classic authors such as emily bronte.
  • Thesinglelife: “whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” —emily brontë
  • Angyeezuus: “if all else perished and he remained, i should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: i should not seem a part of it”. —emily brontë, wuthering heights
  • Glanvon: “i love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. i love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.” — emily brontë
  • Teatarapsurdaa: when emily brontë said, "i have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!" and when sylvia plath said,"i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am, i am, i am."
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Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,
And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;
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As on a crest above her silken avalanche,
Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon,
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