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Poems

Author: Emily Brontë; Peter Washington
Publisher: New York : Knopf : Distributed by Random House, 1996.
Series: Everyman's library pocket poets.
Edition/Format:   Book : EnglishView all editions and formats
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In Self-Interrogation, she wrote: "The evening passes fast away, / Tis almost time to rest; / What thoughts has left the vanished day, / What feelings, in thy breast? / The vanished day? It leaves a sense / Of labour hardly done; / Of little, gained with vast expense, / A sense of grief alone!"
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Document Type: Book
All Authors / Contributors: Emily Brontë; Peter Washington
ISBN: 0679447253 9780679447252
OCLC Number: 34601269
Notes: Includes index.
Description: 255 p. ; 17 cm.
Contents: High waving heather --
Will the day be bright or cloudy? --
How still, how happy! --
How clear she shines --
Stars --
Shall earth no more inspire thee? --
The blue bell is the sweetest flower --
To the blue bell --
Tell me tell me --
Wind sink to rest --
All day I've toiled --
I know not how it falls on me --
What use is it to slumber here? --
Start not upon the minster wall --
The sun has set --
How loud the storm sounds --
It was night --
Mild the mist upon the hill --
To a wreath of snow --
No coward soul is mine --
In the earth, the earth thou shalt be laid --
It is too late to call thee now --
'Tis moonlight summer moonlight --
If grief for grief can touch thee --
Remembrance --
Song --
May flowers are opening --
Stanzas --
The night-wind --
Fair sinks the summer evening --
I am the only being whose doom --
A little while a little while --
Death --
To A.S. 1830 --
Yes holy be thy resting place --
A death-scene --
Lines --
Weaned from life and torn away --
The philosopher --
Stanzas to --
Lines --
Harp of wild and dream like strain --
Redbreast early in the morning --
Hope --
Sympathy --
Song --
To imagination --
When days of beauty deck the earth --
O dream, where art thou now? --
My comforter --
Plead for me --
Self-interrogation --
The old stoic --
Long neglect has worn away --
Sleep brings no joy to me --
And like myself lone wholly lone --
A.E. and R.C. --
Faith and despondency --
The night was dark yet winter breathed --
The starry night shall tidings bring --
Anticipation --
Honour's martyr --
Geraldine --
Through the hours of yesternight --
The night is darkening round me --
Come hither child --
Lines --
Sleep not dream not this bright day --
The battle had passed from the height --
A.G.A. to A.E. --
Written on returning to the P. of I. on the 10th of January 1827 --
Rosina --
The wide cathedral aisles are lone --
Where were ye all? --
A.G.A. to A.S. --
Song by Julius Angora --
D.G.C. to J.A. --
A.G.A. to A.S. --
Gleneden's dream --
Song --
Lines by Claudia --
From our evening fireside now How long will you remain? --
Song by Julius Brenzaida --
Song by J. Brenzaida to G.s. --
None of my kindred now can tell --
A.G.A. to A.S. --
E. W. to A.G.A. --
A thousand sounds of happiness --
Why ask to know the date --
the clime? --
Song to A.A. --
Why do I hate that lone green dell? --
E.G. to M.R. --
To A.G.A. --
On the fall of Zalona --
From a dungeon wall in the southern college --
M.A. written on the dungeon wall --
N.C. --
Rodrick Lesley, 1830 --
M.G. for the U.S. --
At Castle Wood --
A.S. to G.S. --
O mother I am not regretting --
H.A. and A.S. --
Now trust a heart that trusts you --
Strong I stand --
The organ swells the trumpets sound --
A sudden chasm of ghastly light --
Companions, all day long we've stood --
There shines the moon --
A day dream --
The inspiring music's thrilling sound --
And first an hour of mournful musing --
Awaking morning laughs from heaven --
Written in Aspin Castle --
The old church tower and garden wall --
Alone I sat the summer day --
Month after month.
Series Title: Everyman's library pocket poets.
Other Titles: Poems.
Responsibility: Brontë ; [selection by Peter Washington].
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In Self-Interrogation, she wrote: "The evening passes fast away, / Tis almost time to rest; / What thoughts has left the vanished day, / What feelings, in thy breast? / The vanished day? It leaves a sense / Of labour hardly done; / Of little, gained with vast expense, / A sense of grief alone!"

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