The English novelist and poet, Emily Brontë produced but one novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English Literature. This work of art, published under the pen name Ellis Bell, is a highly imaginative novel about passion and hate. We don’t know much about her life because she was the most reserved of the 3 Brontë sisters. Furthermore, she left no interesting correspondance.
Cold in the earth–the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Now, when
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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?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
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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.
O God within my breast,
Almighty
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