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Emily Jane Bronta<< Poems

  • High Waving Heather 'neath Stormy Blasts Bending
    High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
    Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
    Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
    Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending, ...
  • The Elder's Rebuke
    'Listen! When your hair, like mine,
    Takes a tint of silver gray;
    When your eyes, with dimmer shine,
    Watch life's bubbles float away: ...
  • Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun
    Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
    Restored my earth to joy
    Have you departed, every one,
    And left a desert sky? ...
  • How Still, How Happy!
    How still, how happy! Those are words
    That once would scarce agree together;
    I loved the plashing of the surge -
    The changing heaven the breezy weather, ...
  • 'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
    'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
    All soft and still and fair;
    The solemn hour of midnight
    Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, ...
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Heart 41 Sweet 31 Heaven 30 Earth 28 Spirit 28 Away 28 Soul 27 Long 27 Night 26 Life 26


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The Light That Is Felt
 by John Greenleaf Whittier

A tender child of summers three,
Seeking her little bed at night,
Paused on the dark stair timidly.
'Oh, mother! Take my hand,' said she,
'And then the dark will all be light.'

We older children grope our way
From dark behind to dark before;
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