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Below, we share some of Charlotte Brontë’s finest poems. ‘On the Death of Anne Brontë’. Charlotte Brontë survived all of her siblings, with Emily dying in 1848 and Anne following her to the grave a year later.
- A selection of poems by Charlotte Brontë. The first seven poems in this selection are from The Poems of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. The poems reprinted here are the shortest of her works in this book; the others are nearly epic in length.
- The Letter. What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move! How eagerly her youthful brow. Is bent in thought above! Her long curls, drooping, shade the light,
- Passion. Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I’d hazard death to-morrow. Could the battle-struggle earn. One kind glance from thine eye,
- Evening Solace. The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;— The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
The only poems by Emily Brontë that were published in her lifetime were included in a slim volume by Brontë and her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), which sold a mere two copies and received only three unsigned reviews in the months following its…
Through their evocative verses, the Brontes delve into the depths of romance, yearning, heartbreak, and the eternal longing for connection. In this article, we will explore how the Bronte sisters captured the essence of love in their poetry, delving into some of their most poignant works.
In preparing her poems Brontë not only deleted all references to their original narrative contexts, as her sisters did for their “Gondal poems”; she additionally changed them to suit her new readership, invoking popular motifs (such as the sailor’s return in “The Wife’s Will”) and expressing sentiments that were culturally resonate ...
By Emily Brontë. The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending. Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.
