Emily Jane Bronta<<

Emily Jane Bronta<< Poems

  • 51.  
    Death! that struck when I was most confiding
    In my certain faith of joy to be -Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing
  • 52.  
    Come, walk with me,
    There's only thee To bless my spirit now -
  • 53.  
    The sun has set, and the long grass now
    Waves dreamily in the evening wind; And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
  • 54.  
    Riches I hold in light esteem
    And Love I laugh to scornAnd lust of Fame was but a dream
  • 55.  
    How beautiful the earth is still,
    To thee - how full of happiness!How little fraught with real ill,
  • 56.  
    The blue bell is the sweetest flower
    That waves in summer air;Its blossoms have the mightiest power
  • 57.  
    The evening passes fast away,
    'Tis almost time to rest;What thoughts has left the vanished day,
  • 58.  
    'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
    All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight
  • 59.  
    Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
    'Tis three long hours before the mornAnd I watch lonely, drearily -
  • 60.  
    Loud without the wind was roaring
    Through th' autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,
  • 61.  
    That wind I used to hear it swelling
    With joy divinely deepYou might have seen my hot tears welling
  • 62.  
    'Enough of thought, philosopher!
    Too long hast thou been dreamingUnlightened, in this chamber drear,
  • 63.  
    For him who struck thy foreign string,
    I ween this heart has ceased to care; Then why dost thou such feelings bring
  • 64.  
    The winter wind is loud and wild,
    Come close to me, my darling child;Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
  • 65.  
    Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
    Thou lonely dreamer now ?Since passion may not fire thee
  • 66.  
    Mild the mist upon the hill
    Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill,
  • 67.  
    The night is darkening round me,
    The wild winds coldly blow ;But a tyrant spell has bound me,
  • 68.  
    Hope was but a timid friend;
    She sat without the grated den,Watching how my fate would tend,
  • 69.  
    How clear she shines! How quietly
    I lie beneath her guardian light;While heaven and earth are whispering me,
  • 70.  
    NO coward soul is mine,
    No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine,
  • 71.  
    Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
    So stilly round the evening fallsThe veiled sun sheds no parting smile
  • 72.  
    Yes, holy be thy resting place
    Wherever thou may'st lie;The sweetest winds breathe on thy face,
  • 73.  
    It was a little budding rose,
    Round like a fairy globe,And shyly did its leaves unclose
Total 73 poems written by Emily Jane Bronta<<

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Edna St. Vincent Millay Poem
Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
 by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Let you not say of me when I am old,
In pretty worship of my withered hands
Forgetting who I am, and how the sands
Of such a life as mine run red and gold
Even to the ultimate sifting dust, “Behold,
Here walketh passionless age!”-for there expands
A curious superstition in these lands,
And by its leave some weightless tales are told.

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