The Complete Poems
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -
Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine stea...more
Of long ago there is the world
That always speak to me -
The prose of Anne and verse of Emily.
Like see-breeze fresh, like gull's scream bold
Two novels. One thunder-blast, the earth of pain,
Wild winter rose in bloom,
Another is a sun-ray, shining through the gloom.
And poems - like a strea
She YEARNED for home when she wasn't there...and begged it to hold her when she was. Emily Bronte was amazing.
We have to put our best guess for a date that we first read these books. I received it as a Christmas pre...more
While the poems were enjoyable and beautiful to read, the most fascinating part of the book to me was the Introduction by C.W. Hatfield. In this introduction, Hatfield discusses his process o...more
No coward soul of mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere;
I see Heaven glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty ever-present Deity;
Life, that in me hast rest
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee.
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts -- unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main --
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity
So surely anchored on
Emily was born in Thornton, near Bradford in Yorkshire to Patrick Brontë...more
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Are black with autumn rain
And dreary winds foreboding call
The darkness down again”