Freshly rooted

Salmonpoetry

The art of the sonnet

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.