At Castle Wood (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) Dark falls the fear of this despair On spirits born of happiness; But I was bred the mate of care, The foster-child of sore distress. continue reading
Last Lines (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. continue reading
Little While a Little While, A (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) There is a spot, mid barren hills, Where winter howls, and driving rain; But if the dreary tempest chills, There is a light that warms again. continue reading
Love And Friendship (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree-- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? continue reading
My Lady's Grave (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: continue reading
No Coward Soul Is Mine (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. continue reading
Old Stoic, The (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!" continue reading
Prisoner, The (by: Emily Bronte (1818 - 1848)) Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. continue reading
