Poems by Emily Jane Brontë
Faith And Despondency
... " "Well hast thou spoken, sweet, trustful child! ...
The Two Children Pt 1
... And I vowed-if need were-to share his sadness, ...
The Elder's Rebuke
... Woe had been wrought by that pitiless preacher ...
How Still, How Happy!
... And clear expand heaven's breathless shores ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
... Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending, ...
Self-Interogation
... But a brave heart, with a tarnished name, ...
The Night is Darkening round Me
... The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow ...
