Victorian
Emily Brontë
Emily Brontë (1818–1848) is best known as the author of Wuthering Heights, but she also wrote intense, visionary lyric poetry, much of it set in the imagined world of Gondal she created with her sister Anne.
Published pseudonymously as "Ellis Bell" alongside her sisters' verse in 1846, her poems of longing, imprisonment, and the moors were far better received by contemporary critics than the sisters' novels first were.
Poems (167)
- Faith and Despondency
- Stars
- The Philosopher
- Remembrance
- A Death-scene
- Song
- Anticipation
- A Fragment
- Hope
- A Day Dream
- To Imagination
- How Clear She Shines
- Sympathy
- Plead for Me
- Death
- Stanzas to ----
- Honour's Martyr
- My Comforter
- The Old Stoic
- I.
- III
- The Night-wind
- Love and Friendship
- The Elder's Rebuke
- The Wanderer from the Fold
- Warning and Reply
- Last Words
- The Lady to Her Guitar
- The Two Children
- The Visionary
- Encouragement
- Stanzas
- Last Lines
- Self-Interrogation
- The Bluebell
- I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me
- Shall earth no more inspire thee
- Aye — there it is! it wakes to-night
- Child of delight, with sun-bright hair
- O god of heaven! The dream of horror
- Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill
- Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven
- Tell me, tell me, smiling child
- High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
- I saw thee, child, one summer day
- The battle had passed from the height
- Alone I sat; the summer day
- The night is darkening round me
- I'll come when thou art saddest
- I would have touched the heavenly key
- Now trust a heart that trusts in you
- Sleep brings no joy to me
- Strong I stand, though I have borne
- O mother! I am not regretting
- Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning
- O wander not so far away!
- Why do I hate that lone green dell?
- Gleneden's Dream
- It's over now; I've known it all
- This shall be thy lullaby
- Douglas Ride
- What rider up Gobeloin's glen
- Geraldine, the moon is shining
- Where were ye all? and where wert thou?
- Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day
- O dream, where art thou now?
- How still, how happy! These are words
- The night was dark, yet winter breathed
- The Absent One
- To the Bluebell
- The busy day has hurried by
- Come hither, child; who gifted thee
- How long will you remain? The midnight hour
- Fair sinks the summer evening now
- The wind I hear it sighing
- That wind, I used to hear it swelling
- Thy sun is near meridian height
- Far, far is mirth withdrawn
- It is too late to call thee now
- If grief for grief can touch thee
- Geraldine
- I see around me piteous tombstones grey
- Rosina
- In the same place, when nature wore
- On the Fall of Zalona
- Grave in the Ocean
- A Serenade
- At such a time, in such a spot
- Roderic
- Twas yesterday at early dawn
- This summer wind with thee and me
- Were they shepherds, who sat all day
- Rosina, this had never been
- I know that to-night the wind it is sighing
- A thousand sounds of happiness
- Come walk with me
- I'm standing in the forest now
- O hinder me by no delay!
- It was night, and on the mountains
- And first an hour of mournful musing
- Had there been falsehood in my breast
- Yes, holy be thy resting-place
- Gods of the old mythology
- Its faded buds already lie
- Bitterly, deeply I've drunk of thy woe
- Companions all day long we've stood
- Oh, all the cares these noontide airs
- There's something in this glorious hour
- Sleep, mourner, sleep! — I cannot sleep
- O might my footsteps find a rest!
- How Edenlike seem palace walls
- Now — but one moment — let me stay
- Retirement
- I am the only being whose doom
- Tis moonlight, summer moonlight
- A sudden chasm of ghastly light
- At Castle Wood
- On its bending stalk a bonny flower
- And like myself lone, wholly lone
- To the Horse Black Eagle, which i Rode at the Battle of Zamorna
- All her tresses backward strayed
- The wind was rough which tore
- His land may burst the galling chain
- Start not! upon the minster wall
- Redbreast, early in the morning
- Through the hours of yesternight
- Darkness was overtraced on every face
- Harp of wild and dream-like strain
- The old church tower and garden wall
- There swept adown that dreary glen
- In dungeons dark I cannot sing
- When days of beauty deck the vale
- Still beside that dreary water
- The evening sun was sinking down
- Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away
- All day I've toiled, but not with pain
- There was a time when my cheek burned
- Mild the mist upon the hill
- The starry night shall tidings bring
- The organ swells, the trumpets sound
- What winter floods, what streams of spring
- None of my kindred now can tell
- Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home
- I've been wandering in the greenwoods
- May flowers are opening
- That dreary lake, that moonlight sky
- Heaven's glory shone where he was laid
- That Word 'Never'
- I know not how it falls on me
- Month after month, year after year
- She dried her tears and they did smile
- I'm happiest now when most away
- Weaned from life and flown away
- All hushed and still within the house
- The sunshine of a summer sun
- My ancient ship upon my ancient sea
- I do not see myself again
- Yet o'er his face a solemn light
- To a Wreath of Snow
- King Julius left the south country
- I die, but when the grave shall press
- O between distress and pleasure
- Shed no tears o'er that tomb
- Sleep not, dream not; this bright day
- I did not sleep; 'twas noon of day
- Far away is the land of rest
- The soft unclouded blue of air