English novelist (1818-1848)
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
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
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
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"
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"
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTË
"Fall, Leaves, Fall"