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Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems

Edited by Janet Gezari
Brontë, Emily (1818-1848)

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I. Poems Published in 1846
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i. Faith and Despondency
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ii. Stars
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iii. The Philosopher
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iv. Remembrance
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v. A Death-Scene
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vii. Anticipation
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viii. The Prisoner (A Fragment)
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ix. Hope
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x. A Day Dream
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xi. To Imagination
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xii. How Clear She Shines
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xiii. Sympathy
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xiv. Plead for Me
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xv. Self-Interrogation
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xvi. Death
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xvii. Stanzas to ---
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xviii. Honour's Martyr
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xix. Stanzas
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xx. My Comforter
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xxi. The Old Stoic
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84. To the Blue Bell
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131. On the Fall of Zalona
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143. At Castle Wood
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III. Undated Poems
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IV. Poems of Doubtful Authorship
  
[Often rebuked, yet always back returning]
  
To the Horse Black Eagle Which I Rode at the Battle of Zamorna

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The lark sang clearly overhead
And sweetly hummed the Bee
And softly, round their dying bed,
The wind blew from the sea—
Fair Surry would have raised her eyes
To see that water shine;
To see once more in mountain skies
The summer sun decline:
But ever, on her fading cheek,
The languid lid would close
As weary that such light should break
Its much-desired repose—
And she was waning fast away—
Even Memory's voice grew dim;
Her former life's eventful day
Had dwindled to a dream:
And hardly could her mind recall
One thought of joy or pain;
That cloud was gathering over all
Which never clears again!
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In vain—in vain, you need not gaze
Upon those features now!
That sinking head you need not raise,
Nor kiss that pulseless brow—
Let out the grief that chokes your breath;
Lord Lesley, set it free:
The sternest eye, for such a death
Might fill with sympathy.
The tresses o'er her bosom spread
Were by a faint breeze blown;
‘Her heart is beating,’ Lesley said;
‘She is not really gone!’
And still that form he fondly pressed,
And still of hope he dreamed
Nor marked how from his own young breast
Life's crimson current streamed—
At last, the sunshine left the ground,
The laden bee flew home,
The deep down sea, with sadder sound
Impelled its waves to foam;
And the corpse grew heavy on his arm,
The starry heaven grew dim,
The summer night so mild and warm
Felt wintery chill to him.
A troubled shadow, o'er his eye
Came down, and rested there;
The moors and sky went swimming by
Confused and strange and drear
He faintly prayed, ‘Oh, Death, delay
Thy last fell dart to throw
Till I can hear my Sovereign say,
The traitors' heads are low!
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‘God, guard her life, since not to me
That dearest boon was given;
God, bless her arm with victory
Or bless not me with heaven!’
Then came the cry of agony;
The pang of parting pain;
And he had overpassed the sea
That none can pass again.
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