Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell Quotes

“And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?”
― Emily Bronte, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Because the road is rough and long,
Shall we despise the skylark’s song,
That cheers the wanderer’s way?
Or trample down, with reckless feet,
The smiling flowerets, bright and sweet,
Because they soon decay?”
― Anne Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.

I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“In all we do, and hear, and see,
Is restless Toil and Vanity.
While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like ocean tides”
― Anne Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Though solitude, endured too long,
Bids youthful joys too soon decay,
Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue,
And overclouds my noon of day;

When kindly thoughts that would have way,
Flow back discouraged to my breast;
I know there is, though far away,
A home where heart and soul may rest.

Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,
The warmer heart will not belie;
While mirth, and truth, and friendship shine
In smiling lip and earnest eye.

The ice that gathers round my heart
May there be thawed; and sweetly, then,
The joys of youth, that now depart,
Will come to cheer my soul again.”
― Anne Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Some have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow, servile, insincere;
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë

“To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer’s sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Oh, Youth may listen patiently,
While sad Experience tells her tale,
But Doubt sits smiling in his eye,
For ardent Hope will still prevail!

He hears how feeble Pleasure dies,
By guilt destroyed, and pain and woe;
He turns to Hope—and she replies,
“Believe it not-it is not so!”
― Anne Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,
Its gloom and scarcity;
Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,
Toiled quiet Memory.

’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
Extracts a lasting good;
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
To serve for winter’s food.

And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,
And Age brings Winter’s stress,
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
Life’s evening hours will bless.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.

So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—
Is such my future fate?
The morn was dreary, must the eve
Be also desolate?”
― Charlotte Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled.”
― Charlotte Brontë, The Brontës

“So hopeless is the world without;
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
And cold suspicion never rise;
Where thou, and I, and Liberty,
Have undisputed sovereignty.”
― Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

“The hopes that, in my own heart sown,
And cherished by such sun and rain,
As Joy and transient Sorrow shed,
Have ripened to a harvest there:”
― Charlotte Brontë, The Brontës