English novelist (1818-1848)
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
EMILY BRONTË
Last Lines
O, dreadful is the check -- intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.
EMILY BRONTË
"The Prisoner"
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
So hopeless is the world without;
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
And cold suspicion never rise;
Where thou, and I, and Liberty,
Have undisputed sovereignty.
EMILY BRONTË
"To Imagination"
But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
EMILY BRONTË
"Remembrance"
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTË
"Fall, Leaves, Fall"