Wuthering Heights

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Barnes & Noble classics.

Wuthering Heights

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Wuthering heights

Wuthering heights

Penguin classics deluxe edition

Penguin classics deluxe edition.

Wuthering Heights

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The annotated Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights.

The complete poems of Emily Jane Brontë

Poems. (Hatfield)

Cold, clear, and blue, the morning heaven -- Will the day be bright or cloudy -- Tell me, tell me, smiling child -- The inspiring music's thrilling sound -- High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending -- Woods, you need not frown on me -- Redbreast, early in the morning -- Through the hours of yesternight -- A.G.A. There shines the moon, at noon of night -- All day I've toiled, but not with pain -- I am the only being whose doom -- The night of storms has passed -- Woe for the day: Regina's pride -- I saw thee, child, one summer's day -- O God of heaven! the dream of horror -- A.G.A. to A.E. Lord of Elbe, on Elve hill -- Song A.G.A. Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill -- Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill: The battle had passed from the height -- How golden bright from earth and heaven -- Not a vapour had stained the breezeless blue -- Only some spires of bright green grass -- The sun has set, and the long grass now -- Lady, in your palace hall -- And first an hour of mournful musing -- Wind, sink to rest in the heather -- Long neglect has worn away -- Awaking morning laughs from heaven -- Alone I sat, the summer day -- The organ swells, the trumpets sound -- A sudden chasm of ghastly light -- 'Tis evening now, the sun descends -- The old church tower and garden wall -- Lines. Far away is the land of rest -- Now trust a heart that trusts in you -- A.G.A. sleep brings no joy to me -- Strong I stand, though I have borne -- The night is darkening round me -- I'll come when thou art saddest -- I would have touched the heavenly key -- To a wreath of snow, by A.G. Almeda, O transient voyager of heaven -- Song by Julius Angora, awake, awake, how loud the stormy morning -- J.A. Song, awake, awake how loud the stormy morning -- Lines -- I die but when the grave shall press -- O mother, I am not regretting -- H.G. weaned from life and torn away -- I'm happiest when most away -- All hushed and still within the house -- Ierne's eyes were glazed and dim -- But the hearts that once adored me -- Deep, deep down in the silent grave -- Here, with my knee upon thy stone -- O come again, what chains withhold -- Was it with the fields of green -- How loud the storm sounds round the hall -- What use is it to slumber here -- O evening, why is thy light so sad -- It's over now: I've known it all -- The wide cathedral aisles are lone -- O hinder me by no delay -- Darkness was overtraced on every face -- Harp of wild and dream-like strain -- A.G.A. why do I hate that lone green dell -- A.G.A. to A.S. o wander not so far away -- Lines by A.G.A. to A.S. o wander not so far away -- Song to A.A. This shall by thy lullaby -- Song, this shall be thy lullaby -- Gleneden's dream, tell me, watcher, is it winter -- None of my kindred now can tell -- 'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days -- Lonely at her window sitting -- There are two trees in a lonely field -- What is that smoke that ever still -- Still as she looked the iron clouds -- Away, away, resign me now -- It will not shine again -- None but one beheld him dying -- Coldly, bleakly, drearily -- Old hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now -- Douglas's ride, well, narrower draw the circle roundg -- Song, what rider up Gobelrin's glen -- A.G.A. for him who struck thy foreign string -- The lady to her guitar, for him who struck thy foreign string -- Arthr ex to -- in dungeons dark I cannot sing -- The evening sun was sinking down -- Fall, leaves, fall -- die, flowers, away -- Song by Julius Brenzaida to G.S. Geraldine, the moon is shining -- Song by J. Brenzaida to G.S., I knew not 'twas so dire a crime -- Last words, I knew 'twas so dire a crime -- A.G.A. where were ye all, and where wert thou -- I paused on the threshold, I turned to the sky -- O come with me, thus ran the song -- F. De. Samara to A.G.A., light up thy halls, 'tis closing day -- O dream, where art thou now -- When days of beauty deck the earth -- Still beside that dreary water -- There swept adown that dreary glen -- The starry night shall tidings bring -- The starry night shall comfort bring -- Loud without the wind was roaring -- Loud without the wind was roaring -- Stanzas, loud without the wind was roaring -- A little while, a little while -- Stanzas, a little while, a little while -- How still, how happy, those are words -- The blue bell is the sweetest flower

The bluebell, the bluebell is the sweetest flower -- The night was dark, yet winter breathed -- A.G.A. what winter floods, what showers of spring -- By R. Gleneden, from our evening fireside now -- Lines by R.G., from our evening fireside now -- Song, King Julius left the south country -- Lines, the soft unclouded blue of air -- A.G.A. to the bluebell, sacred watcher, wave thy bells -- To a bluebell by A.G.A., sacred watcher, wave thy bells -- May flowers are opening -- Lines by Claudia, I did not sleep, 'twas noon of day -- I know not how it falls on me -- Written on returning to the P. of I. on the 10th of January, 1827, The busy day has hurried by -- The hours of day have glided by -- The busy day has glided by -- Month after month, year after year -- She dried her tears, and they did smile -- And now the house-dog stretched once more -- A farewell to Alexandria, I've seen this dell in July's shine -- Come hither, child -- who gifted thee -- To A.G.A. thou standest in the greenwood now -- I'm standing in the forest now -- I gazed upon the cloudless moon -- Shed no tears o'er that tomb -- A.A.A. sleep not, dream not, this bright day -- Mild the mist upon the hill -- How long will you remain, the midnight hour -- It is not pride, it is not shame -- Fair sinks the summer evening now -- Alcona, in its changing mood -- Song, o between distress and pleasure -- There was a time when my cheek burned -- The wind, I hear it sighing -- Love and friendship, love is like the wild rose-briar -- Love and friendship, love is like the wild rose-briar -- There should be no despair for you -- Sympathy, there should be no despair for you -- Well, some may hate, and some may scorn -- Stanzas to -- well, some may hate, and some may scorn -- The wind was rough which tore -- His land may burst the galling chain -- Start not, upon the minster wall -- That wind, I used to hear it swelling -- I've been wandering in the greenwoods -- That dreary lake, that midnight sky -- Heaven's glory shone where he was laid -- Upon her soothing breast -- I gazed within thine earnest eyes -- F. De Samara, written in the gaaldine prison caves to A.G.A., thy sun is near meridian height -- Far, far away is mirth withdrawn -- It is too late to call thee now -- I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me -- Stanzas, I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me -- A.G.A. to A.S., at such a time, in such a spot -- If grief for grief can touch thee -- 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight -- The night-wind, in summer's mellow midnight -- The night-wind, in summer's mellow midnight -- R. Gleneden, companions all day long we've stood -- There let thy bleeding branch atone -- The death of A.G.A., were they shepherds, who sat all day -- And like myself lone, wholly lone -- M.A.A. methinks this heart should rest awhile -- Riches I hold in light esteem -- The old stoic, riches I hold in light esteem -- Shall earth no more inspire thee -- Aye, there it is, It wakes to-night -- Ay-there it is, it wakes to-night -- I see around me tombstones grey -- Geraldine, 'twas night, her comrades gathered all -- Rosina, weeks of wild delirium past -- A.S. to G.S., I do not weep, I would not weep -- Encouragement, I do not weep, I would not weep -- H.A. and A.S. in the same place, when nature wore -- Written in Aspin Castle, how do I love on summer nights -- The evening passes fast away -- Self interrogation, the evening passes fast away -- On the fall of Zalona, all blue and bright, in glorious light -- How clear she shines, how clear she shines, how quietly -- How clear she shines, how clear she shines, how quietly -- To A.S. 1830, where beams the sun the brightest -- E.G. to M.R., thy guardians are asleep -- It was night, and on the mountains -- Had there been falsehood in my breast -- Yes, holy be thy resting place -- In the earth, the earth, thou shalt be laid -- Warning and reply, in the earth, the earth, thou shalt be laid -- Rodric Lesley, 1830, lie down and rest, the fight is done -- Hope, hope was but a timid friend -- Hope, hope was but a timid friend -- M.G. for the U.S., 'twas yesterday, at early dawn -- A.S. castle wood, the day is done, the winter sun -- My comforter, well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught -- My comforter, well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught -- A.G.A. to A.S., this summer wind, with thee and me

A day dream, on a sunny brae alone I lay -- A day dream, on a sunny brae alone I lay -- E.W. to A.G.A., how few, of all the hearts that loved -- The wanderer from the fold, how few of all the hearts that loved -- Come, walk with me -- The linnet in the rocky dells -- Song, the linnet in the rocky dells -- To imagination, when weary with the long day's care -- To imagination, when weary with the long day's care -- D.G.C. to J.A., come, the wind may never again -- O thy bright eyes must answer now -- Plead for me, oh, thy bright eyes must answer now -- I.M. to I.G. the winter wind is loud and wild -- Faith and despondency, the winter wind is loud and wild -- J.B., Sept, 1825, from a dungeon wall in the southern college, "listen, when your hair, like mine" -- The elder's rebuke, listen, when your hair, like mine -- M. Douglas to E.R. Gleneden, the moon is full this winter night -- Honour's Martyr. The moon is full this winter night -- A.G.A., Sept. 1826, From A.D.W. in the N.C., o day, he cannot die -- A death-scene, o day, he cannot die -- Enough of thought, philosopher -- The philosopher, enough of thought, philosopher -- R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida, cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee -- Remembrance, cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee -- Death, that struck when I was most confiding -- Death, death, that struck when I was most confiding -- Ah, why, because the dazzling sun -- Stars, ah, why, because the dazzling sun -- A thousand sounds of happiness -- A.E. to R.C. heavy hangs the raindrop -- Child of delight, with sunbright hair -- The two children, heavy hangs the raindrop -- Child of delight with sun-bright hair -- How beautiful the earth is still -- Anticipation, how beautiful the earth is still -- M.A. written on the dungeon wall, N.C., I know that tonight the wind is sighing -- Julian M. and A.G. Rochelle, silent is the house, all are laid asleep -- The prisoner, a fragment, in the dungeon crypts idly did I stray -- The visionary, silent is the house, all are laid asleep -- No coward soul is mine -- No coward soul is mine -- Why ask to know the date, the clime -- Why ask to know what date, what clime -- Not many years but long enough to see / Stanzas, often rebuked, yet always back returning.

Moorland elegies

Moorland elegies

Come, walk with me Silent is the house The night is darkening round me Fall, leaves, fall She dried her tears Moonlight, summer moonlight The sun has set The starry night shall tidings bring Month after month

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