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9 de feb. de 2021 · Cinco poemas de Emily Brontë. Publicado por Ze Pequeño | 9 Feb, 2021 | Poetas mujeres | 1. Emily Jane Brontë es conocida principalmente por su extraordinaria y única novela Cumbres Borrascosas, que es considerada una de las obras maestras de la literatura victoriana. Pero hay mucho más detrás de esta novela; tenemos a la Emily ...
However, Brontë's twenty-one contributions to Poems represented only a fraction of the nearly two hundred poems collected by C. W. Hatfield in his noteworthy edition, The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë (1941).
19 de ene. de 2016 · Although she is best-known for her one novel, Wuthering Heights , Emily Brontë started out as a poet and left behind some widely anthologised pieces of verse. Below are eight of the shortest and sweetest of the poems she wrote before her untimely death, from tuberculosis, at just 30 years of age.
Emily Brontë is a well-loved novelist and poet. She is remembered for the collection of poems she published along with her two sisters, Charlotte and Anne. Her best-known work is Wuthering Heights, a classic of English literature .
23 de mar. de 2023 · The admirer of Emily Brontë and her work has known her poetry up to the present through only some thirty-nine poems. There were twenty-two poems in the little volume entitled Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, which was the first venture of the three Miss Brontës, and there were yet another seventeen in the Posthumous Poems ...
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. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me;
Fall, leaves, fall. By Emily Brontë. Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow. Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay.
