Emily Brontë is a well-loved novelist and poet. She is remembered for the collection of poems she published along with her two sisters, Charlotte and Anne. Her best-known work is Wuthering Heights, a classic of English literature. Little is known about her personal life due to her reclusive nature.
‘Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place’ is one of Emily Brontë’s poems that visits the softly sentimental side of her poetic talent.
Yes, holy be thy resting place
Wherever thou may'st lie;
The sweetest winds breathe on thy face,
The softest of the sky.
Through a soft and steady reflection, ‘Moonlight, summer moonlight’ captures a speaker’s quiet admiration for a peaceful summer night, revealing how calm moments in nature can bring deep contentment without needing deeper meaning.
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
‘Fall, Leaves, Fall’ celebrates the beauty of autumn’s decay and winter’s arrival, finding joy in nature’s silent changes.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
‘At Castle Wood’ delves into despair, using bleak imagery to explore themes of loss, existential resignation, and longing.
The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.
Emily Brontë’s ‘Come Hither, Child’ explores deep loneliness and the healing power of music through a poignant memory.
Come hither, child—who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so well?
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell?
Brontë’s ‘Come, Walk With Me’ delves into friendship, loss, and the fleeting nature of joy, wrapped in melancholic imagery.
Come, walk with me,
There’s only thee
To bless my spirit now –
Emily Brontë’s ‘Encouragement’ speaks to the heart’s pain in losing a mother, yet finds solace in her enduring, guardian spirit.
I do not weep; I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to keep
This causeless grief for years.
Emily Brontë uses figurative language, like metaphors, similes, and most importantly, personification, to describe what the feeling of hope is like in this poem.
Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.
‘I Am The Only Being Whose Doom’ explores the struggle between longing for connection and embracing self-isolation.
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn;
I never caused a thought of gloom,
A smile of joy, since I was born.
‘Love and Friendship’, by Emily Brontë, is a three-stanza poem that functions as a compare/contrast piece between “love and friendship.”
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?
‘Me Thinks This Heart Should Rest Awhile’ delves into introspection and melancholy, capturing the essence of solitude and longing.
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
‘Mild the Mist Upon the Hill’ evokes nostalgia and peace through nature, exploring childhood longing and reflective sorrow.
Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.
‘No Coward Soul Is Mine’ by Emily Brontë describes a speaker’s overwhelming passion for God and the strength she is able to draw from her faith.
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
Brontë’s ‘Often rebuked, yet always back returning’ champions the quest for authenticity over societal expectations.
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
Brontë’s ‘Past, Present, Future’ uses nature’s imagery in a child’s view to explore time’s complexity with simplicity and depth.
Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'
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