Emily Brontë was one of the greatest British novelists and poets. She is best known for her novel Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily is less known for her poetry, even though she is now regarded as poetic genius. Her legacy burns to this day with a extraordinary power and a secret fire, as Charlotte described Emily in her own words.
This edition includes:
Introduction:
The Life of Emily Brontë
Novel:
Wuthering Heights
Poetry:
Faith and Despondency
Stars
The Philosopher
Remembrance
A Death-Scene
My Lady's Grave
Anticipation
The Prisoner
Hope
A Day Dream
To Imagination
How Clear She Shines
Sympathy
Plead for Me
Self-Interrogation
Death
Stanzas to —
Honour's Martyr
Stanzas
My Comforter
The Old Stoic
A Little While, a Little While
The Bluebell
Loud Without the Wind Was Roaring
Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
The Night-Wind
'Aye—There It Is! It Wakes To-Night
Love and Friendship
The Elder's Rebuke
The Wanderer From the Fold
Warning and Reply
Last Words
The Lady to Her Guitar
The Two Children
The Visionary
Encouragement
Stanzas
No Coward Soul Is Mine
O God of heaven!
Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill
Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven
Tell me, tell me, smiling child
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
The night of storms has past
I saw thee, child, one summer day
The battle had passed from the height
Alone I sat; the summer day
The night is darkening round me
I'll come when thou art saddest
I would have touched the heavenly key
Now trust a heart that trusts in you
Sleep brings no joy to me
Strong I stand, though I have borne
O Mother! I am not regretting
Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning
O wander not so far away!
Why do I hate that lone green dell?
Gleneden's Dream
It's over now; I've known it all
This shall be thy lullaby
'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days
Douglas Ride
What rider up Gobeloin's glen
Geraldine, the moon is shining
Where were ye all? and where wert thou?
Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day
O dream, where art thou now?
How still, how happy! These are words
The night was dark, yet winter breathed
The Absent One…
