Augustan Books of Modern Poetry Emily Brontë-Emily Brontë

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3:04Not one faint breath can enter here, enough to wave my daughter's hair. And I am glad to watch the blaze glance from her eyes with mimic rays to feel her cheek so softly pressed in happy quiet on my breast. But yet even this tranquility brings bitter, restless thoughts to me. And in the red fire's cheerful glow, I think of deep glands blocked with snow. I dream of more and misty hill, where evening closes dark and chill, for low and among the mountains cold, like those that I have loved of old, and my heart aches in hopeless pain, exhausted with repinning's vein, that I shall greet them near again. Father, in early infancy, when you were far beyond the sea, such thoughts were tyrants over me.

4:05I often sat for hours together, through the long nights of angry weather, raised on my pillow to describe, the dim moon struggling in the sky, or with strained ear to catch the shock of rock with wave and wave with rock. So would I fearful vigil keep, and all for listening never sleep. But this world's life has much to dread, not so my father, with the dead. Oh, not for them should we despair. The grave is drear, but they are not there. Their dust is mingled with the sod. Their happy souls are gone to God. You told me this, and yet you sigh, and murmur that your friends must die. Ah, my dear father, tell me why, for if your former words were true, how useless would such sorrow be, as wise to mourn the seed which grew,

5:08unnoticed on its parent tree, because it fell in fertile earth, and sprang up to a glorious birth, struck deep its root and lifted high, its green bows in the breezy sky. But I will not fear, I will not weep, for those whose bodies rest in sleep. I know there is a blessed shore, opening its ports for me and mine, and gazing times wide waters for, I weary for that land divine, where we were born, where you and I shall meet our dearest, when we die, from suffering and corruption free, restored into the deity. Well has thou spoken sweet, trustful child, and wiser than thy sire, and worldly tempests, raging wild shall strengthen thy desire,

6:09thy fervent hope through storm and foam, through wind and oceans roar, to reach at last the eternal home, the steadfast, changeless shore. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The philosopher by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org. Enough of thought, philosopher, too long has thou been dreaming, unlightened in this chamber-drier, while summer sun is beaming, space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain concludes thy musings once again. All for the time when I shall sleep without identity, and never care how rain may steep, or snow may cover me. No promised heaven these wild desires could all,

7:12or have fulfill. No threatened hell with quenchless fires, subdued this quenchless will. So said I, and still say the same, still to my death will say, three gods within this little frame, are warring night and day. Heaven could not hold them all, and yet they all are held in me, and must be mine till I forget my present entity. Oh, for the time when in my breast their struggles will be or, oh, for the day when I shall rest and never suffer more. I saw a spirit-standing man, where thou dost stand an hour ago, round his feet three rivers ran, of equal depth and equal flow, a golden stream, and one like blood,

8:15and one like sapphire seemed to be. But where they joined their triple-flood, it tumbled in an inky sea. The spirit sent his dazzling gaze down through that ocean's gloomy night, then kindling all with sudden blaze, the glad-deep sparkled, wide and bright, white as the sun, far, far more fair, than its divided sources were, and even for that spirit-seer, I've watched and sought, my lifetime long, sought him in heaven, hell earth and air, an endless search, and always wrong, had I but seen his glorious eye, once like the clouds that will derv' me, I dare had raised this coward cry, to cease to think and cease to be.

9:17I dare had called oblivion blessed, nor stretching eager hands to death, implore to change for senseless rest, this sentient soul, this living breath, oh, let me die, that power and will, their cruel strife may close, and conquered good, and conquering ill, be lost in one repose. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Remembrance by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org. Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee, far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, have I forgot my only love to love thee,

10:18severed at last by times all severing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on that northern shore, resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover, thy noble heart forever, ever more, cold in the earth, and fifteen wild disembers, from those brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, after such years of change and suffering, sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along, other desires and other hopes beset me, hopes which obscure, but cannot do the wrong, no later light has lightened up my heaven, no second mourn has ever shone for me,

11:22all my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, all my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when the days of golden dreams had perished, and even despair was perilous to destroy, then did I learn how existence could be cherished, strengthened and fed without the aid of joy, then did I check the tears of useless passion, weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, sternly denied its burning wish to hasten, down to that tomb, already more than mine, and even yet I dare not let it languish, dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain, once drinking deep of that divineist anguish, how could I seek the empty world again?

12:25And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Outcast Mother by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org. I've seen this del in July shine, as lovely as an angel's dream, above heaven's depth of blue divine, around the evening's golden beam. I've seen the purple Heather Bell, look out by many a storm-worn stone, and oh, I've known such music swell, such wild notes wake these passes lone, so soft yet so intensely felt, so low yet so distinctly heard, my breath would pause, my eyes would melt, and tears would do, the green heath's ward, I'd linger here a summer day,

13:27nor care how fast the hours flew by, nor mark the sun's departing ray, smile subtly from the darkening sky. Then, then, I might have laid me down, and dreamed my sleep would gentle be, I might have left the darling one, and thought thy God was guarding thee, but now there is no wandering glow, no gleam to say that God is nigh, and coldly spreads the couch of snow, and harshly sounds thy lullaby. This is Matt Rogers from Los Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Culturistas, Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. You know when people try a new food, and suddenly it's like, wait. That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try cutie mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle, you've probably seen it in the grocery store before. And if you've ever just walked past it,

14:28some people would say that's a huge mistake, because this mayo is different. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. Cupid only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. It's smoother, deeper, and almost buttery. Once people try it, they start putting it on everything. Egg sandwiches, fries, burgers, some fans even swear by dipping pizza crust in it. And once you notice it, you start seeing it everywhere. Chefs use it, restaurants use it. People who really care about flavor use it. Never try it, grab the bottle with the red cap next time you're at the store. Put it on just about anything, then you'll understand. Cupid, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This is Ashley Akinetti from the Almost Amos podcast. You ever notice you and your spouse keep saying, we need to get away, but you never actually plan anything. That was us until we did something fun and spontaneous. We went to resortpass.com. There are hundreds of hotel resorts, pools and spots and private beaches that you can enjoy. You can spend the day at a luxury resort, pool spa massage without booking an overnight stay.

15:31And listen, I may have only been like 15 minutes from home, but it felt like it was a whole different world. And I'm thinking, this is exactly what I needed. So just go to resortpass.com, choose your resort, choose your day, luxury resort day passes, start at just $25. Once you post your daycation, people are gonna ask where you are. Go to resortpass.com slash almost famous and use the promo code almost famous to get $20 off when you spend $100. That's code almost famous at resortpass.com slash almost famous. It's fall in Jeep country. And during the drive into fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied with the open air freedom and Jeep Gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that Jeep became America's SUV brand. Get a great deal during the Jeep drive into fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand,

16:31even the Jeep Grill or Registered Trademarks of FCAUS LLC. Forests of Heather, dark and long, wave their brown branching arms above. And they must soothe the with their song. And they must shield my child of love. Alas, the flakes are heavily falling. They cover fast each guardian crest, and chilly white, their shroud is polling, thy frozen limbs and freezing breast, wakes up the storm more medley wild. The mountain drifts are tossed on high, farewell unblust, unfriended child. I cannot bear to watch thee die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. That wind I used to hear by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org.

17:35That wind I used to hear at swelling, with joy divinely deep. You might have seen my hot tears swelling, but rapture made me weep. I used to love on winter nights to lie and dream alone, of all the rare and real delights, my lonely yeet. And delights, my lonely yeers had known, and oh, above the best of those that coming time should bear, like heaven's own glorious stars they rose, still beaming bright and fair. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There was a time by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org. There was a time when my cheek burned to give such gornful words the lie, ungoverned nature, madly spurned the law,

18:35that bad it not defy. Oh, in the days of ardent youth, I would have given my life for truth. For truth, for right, for liberty, I would have gladly freely died, and now I calmly bear and see the vain man smile. The fool deride, though not because my heart is tame, though not for fear, though not for shame. My soul still chokes at every tone of selfish and self-clouded error. My breast still braves the world alone, still does it ever was to terror. Only I know how ere I frown, the same world will go rolling on. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The night is darkening by Emily Bronti,

19:37read for librivox.org. The night is darkening round me, the wild winds coldly blow, what a tyrant spell has bowed me, and I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending, their bare bows wait with snow. The storm is fast descending, and yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, wastes beyond wastes below. But nothing dreamer can move me. I will not, cannot go. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Fall leaves by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org. Fall leaves, fall, die flowers away,

20:42lengthen 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 decay, I shall sing the drearyer day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Heavens glory shone by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org. Heavens glory shone where he was laid in life's decline. I turned me from that young saint's bed to gaze on thine. It was a summer day that saw his spirits flight, zine parted in a time of all, a winter's night.

21:45End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song by Emily Bronti, read for librivox.org. The Lynette and the Rocky Dels, the more lark in the air, the bee among the hither bells that hide my lady-fair, the wild deer browse above her breast, the wild birds raise their brood, and they her smiles of love caressed have left her solitude. I weaned out when the grave-stark wall did first her form retain. They thought their hearts could never recall the light of joy again. They thought the tide of grief would flow, unchecked through future years, but where is all their anguish now,

22:45and where are all their tears? Well, let them fight for honor's breath, or pleasures shade pursue. The dweller in the land of death is changed and careless too, and if their eyes should watch and weep till sorrow's source were dry, she would not in her tranquil sleep return a single sigh. Blow west wind by the lonely mound, and murmur summer streams, there is no need of other sound to soothe my lady's dreams. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Tell me smiling child, by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org.

23:46Tell me tell me smiling child, what the past is like to thee, an autumn evening soft and mild with a wind that size mournfully. Tell me what is the present hour, a green and flowery spray, where a young bird sits gathering its power, to mount and fly away. And what is the future happy one? A sea beneath a cloudless sky, a mighty glorious dazzling sea, stretching into infinity. The inspiring music's thrilling sound, the glory of the festal day, the glittering splendor rising round, have passed like all Earth's joys away, forsaken by that lady fair, she glides on heeding through them all, covering her brow to hide the tear,

24:48that still, though checked, trembles to fall, she hurries through the outer hall, and up the stairs through gallery's dim, that murmur to the breezes call, the night winds lonely vesper him. And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. The prisoner by Emily Bronte, read for LibriVox.org. In the dungeon crypts, idly did I stray, reckless of the lives wasting their away. Draw the ponderous bars open, order stern, he dared not say me nay, the hinges harshly turn. Our guests are darkly lodged, I whispered gazing through the vault, whose greated eye showed heaven more grey than blue.

25:49This was when glad spring left, an awakened pride. Darkly lodged enough, returned my sullen guide. Then God forgave my youth, forgive my careless tongue, I scoffed, as the chill chains on the damp, flagstones rung. Confined in triple walls, art thou so much to fear, that we must bind the down and plench thy fetters here? The captive raised her face, it was a soft and mild, a sculptured marble saint, or slumbering unwiend child. It was so soft and mild, it was so sweet and fair, pain could not trace a line, nor grief a shadow there. The captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow. I have been struck, she said, and I am suffering now. Yet these are little worth,

26:49your bolts and irons strong, and where they forged in steel, they could not hold me long. This is Matt Rogers from Los Cultures, thus with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Cultures, thus Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. You know when people try on new food, and suddenly it's like, wait. That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try cupe mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. You've probably seen it in the grocery store before. And if you've ever just walked past it, some people would say that's a huge mistake. Because this mayo is different. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. Cupi only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. It's smoother, deeper, and almost buttery. Once people try it, they start putting it on everything. Eggs sandwiches, fries, burgers, some fans even swear by dipping pizza crust in it. And once you notice it, you start seeing it everywhere. Chefs use it, restaurants use it. People who really care about flavor use it. Never try it. Grab the bottle with the red cap

27:49next time you're at the store. Put it on just about anything. Then you'll understand. Cupi, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This is Ashley Akinetti from the Almost Amos Podcast. You ever notice you and your spouse keep saying, we need to get away, but you never actually plan anything. That was us until we did something fun and spontaneous. We went to resortpass.com. There are hundreds of hotel resorts, pools and spots and private beaches that you can enjoy. You can spend the day at a luxury resort, pool, spa, massage, without booking an overnight stay. And listen, I may have only been, like, 15 minutes from home, but it felt like it was a whole different world. And I'm thinking, this is exactly what I needed. So just go to resortpass.com, choose your resort, choose your day, luxury resort day passes, start at just $1,5. Once you post your daycation, people are going to ask where you are. Go to resortpass.com, slash almost famous, and use the promo code almost famous to get $20 off when you spend $100.

28:50That's code almost famous at resortpass.com, slash almost famous. It's fall in Jeep country, and during the drive into fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and Jeep Gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that Jeep became America's SUV brand. Get a great deal during the Jeep drive into fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand, Jeep and the Jeep Grille registered trademarts of FCAUS LLC. Horse laughed, the jailer grim. Shall I be one to hear? Dust think, fond dreaming wretch that I shall grant thy prayer? Or better still, wilt melt my master's heart with groans. Ah, sooner might the sun thaw down these granite stones. My master's voice is low, his aspect bland and kind,

29:52but hard as hard as flint, the soul that lurks behind, and I am rough and rude, yet not more rough to see than is the hidden ghost that has its home in me. About her lips, their plate a smile of almost scorn. My friend, she gently said, you have not heard me mourn. When you my kindred's lives, my lost life can restore. Then may I weep and sue, but never friend, before. Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear, year after year in gloom, and desolate despair. A messenger of hope comes every night to me, and offers for short life, eternal liberty. He comes with western winds, with evenings wandering airs, with that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars.

30:54Winds take a pence of tone, and stars attender fire, and visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire. Desire, for nothing known in my mature years, when joy grew mad with all, at counting future tears. When, if my spirit's sky was full of flashes warm, I knew not once they came, from sun or thunderstorm. But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends, the struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends. Mute music suits my breast, unuttered harmony, that I could never dream, till earth was lost to me. Then dawn's the invisible, the unseen its truth reveals. My outward sense is gone,

31:54my inward essence feels, its wings are almost free, its home, its harbor found, measuring the gulf its stoops, and dares the final bound. Oh 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, yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less, the more that anguish rags, the earlier it will bless, and robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine, if it but herald death, the vision is divine. She ceased to speak,

32:54and we unanswering turned to go. We had no further power to work the captive, whoa, her cheek, her gleaming eye, declared that man had given a sentence, unapproved, and overruled by heaven. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The weary task by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org. A little while, a little while, the weary task is put away, and I can sing, and I can smile, alike while I have holiday, where will thou go my harassed heart, what thought what seen invites thee now, what spot or near or far apart, has rest for thee, my weary brow.

33:57There is a spot mid-barren hills, where winter howls and driving rain, but if the dreary tempest chills, there is a light that warms again. The house is old, the trees are bare, moonless above bends twilight's dome, but what on earth is half so dear, so long for, as the hearth of home, the mute birds sitting on the stone, the dank moss dripping from the wall, the thorn trees gone, the walks all grown, I love them, how I love them all. Still as I mused the naked room, the alien firelight died away, and from the midst of cheerless gloom, I passed to bright, unclouded day, a little and a lone green lane, that opened on a common wide, a distant dreamy dim blue chain of mountains circling,

34:59every side, a heaven so clear, an earth so calm, so sweet, so soft, so hushed, an air, and deepening still, the dream like charm, wild more sheep feeding everywhere. That was the scene, I knew it well, I knew the turfy pathways sweep, that winding or reach billowy swell, marked out the tracks of wondering sheep. Could I have lingered, but an hour, it well had paid a week of toil, but truth has banished fancies power, restrained and heavy task recoil, even as I stood with raptured eye, absorbed in bliss so deep and dear, my hour of rest had fleeted by, and back came labor, bondage, care.

36:00End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Shal-Earth no more inspire thee, by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org. Shal-Earth no more inspire thee, thou lonely dreamer now, since passion may not fire thee, shall nature cease to bow, thy mind is ever moving, in regions dark to thee. Recall its useless roving, come back and dwell with me. I know my mountain breezes, and chant and soothe thee still. I know my sunshine pleases, despite thy wayward will, when day with evening blending, sings from the summer sky.

37:02See in thy spirit bending, in fond idolatry. I've watched thee every hour, I know my mighty sway, I know my magic power, to drive thy griefs away, few hearts to mortals given, on earth so wildly pine, yet few would ask a heaven, more like this earth than thine, then let my winds caress thee, thy comrade let me be, since not beside can bless thee, return and dwell with me. And opalm, this recording is in the public domain. Plead for me, by Emily Bronti, read for LibriVox.org.

38:04O thy bright eyes must answer now, when reason with a scornful brow is mocking at my overthrow. O thy sweet tongue must plead for me, and tell why I have chosen thee. Stir in reason, is to judgment come, arrayed in all her forms of gloom, wilt thou my advocate, be dumb, no radiant angel, speak and say, why I did cast the world away, why I have persevered to shun the common paths that others run, and on a strange road journeyed on, heedless alike of wealth and power, of glories wreath and pleasures flower. These ones indeed seemed beings divine, and they perchandse heard vows of mine, and saw my offerings on their shrine,

39:05but careless gifts are seldom prized, and mine were worthily despised, so with a ready heart I swore to seek their altar stone, no more, and gave my spirit to adore thee, ever present phantom thing, my slave, my comrade, and my king, a slave because I rule thee still, incline thee to my changeful will, and make thy influence good or ill, a comrade, for by day and night, thou art my intimate delight, my darling pain that wounds and seers, and rings of blessing out from tears, by deadening me to earthly cares, and yet a king, though prudence well, have taught thy subject to rebel, and am I wrong to worship where,

40:07faith cannot doubt nor hope despair, since my own soul can grant my prayer, speak God of visions, plead for me, and tell why I have chosen thee. This is Matt Rogers from Los Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. You know when people try on new food, and suddenly it's like, wait. That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try Cupid Mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. You've probably seen it in the grocery store before. And if you've ever just walked past it, some people would say that's a huge mistake, because this mayo is different. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. Cupid only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. It's smoother, deeper, and almost buttery. Once people try it, they start putting it on everything. Egg sandwiches, fries, burgers, some fans even swear by dipping pizza crust in it.

41:07And once you notice it, you start seeing it everywhere. Chefs use it, restaurants use it. People who really care about flavor use it. Never try it, grab the bottle with the red cap next time you're at the store. Put it on just about anything, then you'll understand. Cupid, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This is Ashley Akinetti from the Almost Amos Podcast. You ever notice you and your spouse keep saying, we need to get away, but you never actually plan anything. That was us until we did something fun and spontaneous. We went to resortpass.com. There are hundreds of hotel resorts, pools and spots and private beaches that you can enjoy. You can spend the day at a luxury resort, pool spa massage, without booking an overnight stay. And listen, I may have only been like 15 minutes from home, but it felt like it was a whole different world. And I'm thinking this is exactly what I needed. So just go to resortpass.com, choose your resort, choose your day, luxury resort day passes start at just $25.

42:08Once you post your daycation, people are going to ask where you are. Go to resortpass.com, slash Almost Famous, and use the promo code Almost Famous to get $20 off when you spend $100. That's code Almost Famous at ResortPass.com slash Almost Famous. It's Fall in America. Make it Count. At the Ram Drive-in to Fall Sales event, make it powerful with our strongest Ram 1500 ever. Make it move with the Ram Heavy Duty with an available Cummins Diesel. And make it go the distance with a 10 year or 100,000 mile powertrain limited warranty. Hurry and now for great deals during the Ram Drive-in to Fall sales event. Excludes fully electric vehicles applied to 2026 model-year vehicles non-transferable, visit MillPAR.com for complete details and a copy of the powertrain limited warranty. Cummins is a registered trademark of Cummins, Inc. Ram and Hemi are registered trademarks of FCA-US LLC. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Self in Terrogation by Emily Bronti, Red for LibriVox.org The evening passes fast away,

43:11It is almost time to rest. What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings in thy breast. The vanished day, It leaves a sense of labor, Hardly done, of little gay. With vast expense, a sense of grief alone. Time stands before the door of death, Upgrading bitterly, And conscience with exhaustless breath, Poor's black reproach on me. And though I've said that conscience lies, And time should fate condemn. Still sad repentance clouds my eyes, And makes me yield to them. Then art thou glad to seek repose, Art glad to leave the sea, And anchor all thy weary woes, Incom eternity. Nothing regrets to see thee go,

44:12Not one voice subs fair well, And where thy heart has suffered so, Canst thou desire to dwell? Alas, the countless links are strong, That bind us to our clay. The loving spirit lingers long, And would not pass away, And rest is sweet when lulled fame Will crown the soldiers crest, But a brave heart with a tarnished name Would rather fight than rest. Well thou hast fought for many a year, Hasd fought thy whole life through, Hasd humbled falsehood, Trampled fear, What is there left to do? Tis true this arm has hotly driven, Has dared what few would dare, Much have I done, and freely given, But little learned, And freely given, but little learned to bear.

45:15Look on the grave where thou must sleep, Thy last and strongest foe, It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe. The long war closing, In defeat, defeat serenely born, Thy midnight rest may still be sweet, And break in glorious mourn. And opulm, this recording is in the public domain. Stanzas too, by Emily Bronti, Red for LibriVox.org. Well some may hate and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name, But my sad heart must ever mourn, Thy ruined hopes thy blighted fame, Twas thus I thought an hour ago,

46:16Even weeping or that wretch's woe. One word turned back my gushing tears, And lit my altered eye with snares. Then, blessed the friendly dust, I said, That hides thy un lamented head, Vain as thou wort, And weak as vain, the slave of falsehood, Pride and pain, My heart has not a kin to thine, Thy soul is powerless over mine, But these were thoughts that vanished too, Unwise, unholy, and untrue. Do I despise that timid deer, Because his limbs are fleet with fear, Or would I mock the wolf's death-howl, Because his form is gaunt and foul, Or here with joy the lever its cry, Because it cannot bravely die. No, then above his memory,

47:16Let pity's heart as tender be, Say, earth, lie lightly on that breast, And kind heaven grant that spirit rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wanderer from the Fold, By Emily Bronti, Red for LibriVox.org. How few of all the hearts that loved Are grieving for thee now, And why should mine tonight be moved With such a sense of woe, Too often thus when left alone, Where none my thoughts can see, Comes back a word, a passing tone, From thy strange history. Sometimes I seem to see the rise, A glorious child again, All virtue's beaming from thy eyes,

48:17That ever honored men. Courage and truth, a generous breast, Were sinless sunshine lay, A being whose very presence blessed, Like glad some summer day, O fairly spread, by early sale, And fresh and pure and free, Was the first impulse of the gale, Which urged life's wave for thee. Why did the pilot, too confiding, Dream or that ocean's foam, And trust in pleasures, careless guiding, To bring his vessel home, For well he knew what dangers frowned, What mists would gather dim, What rocks and shelves and sands lay round, Between his port and him, The very brightness of the sun, The splendor of the main, The wind which bore him wildly on,

49:18Should not have worn in vain, An anxious gaser from the shore, I marked the whitening wave, And wept above thy fate the more, Because I could not save. It wrecks not now when all is over, But yet my heart will be, A mourner still, though friend and lover, Have both forgotten thee. And opome, this recording is in the public domain. The appeal by Emily Bronti, Read for LibriVox.org. If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any roof can melt thee, Come to me now,

50:18I cannot be more lonely, More drear I cannot be. My worn heart throbs so wildly, Twill break for thee, And when the world despises, When heaven repels my prayer, Will not my name show comfort, My idol, here, Yes, by the tears I've poured thee, By all my hours of pain, Oh, I shall surely win thee, Beloved, again. And opome, this recording is in the public domain. The old stoic, By Emily Bronti, Read for LibriVox.org. Riches I hold in light a steam, And love I laugh to scorn,

51:20And lust of fame was but a dream, That vanished with the mourn. And if I pray, The only prayer that moves my lips for me, Is, leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty. Yes, as my swift days near their goal, Tis all that I implore, In life and death a chainless soul, With courage to endure. And opome, this recording is in the public domain. The visionary, by Emily Bronti, Read for LibriVox.org. Silent is the house, All are laid asleep. One alone looks out or the snow reads deep,

52:20Watching every cloud, Dreading every breeze, That whirls the wilderness drift, And bends the groaning trees. Cheerful is the hearth, Soft the matted floor, Not one shivering gust creeps through pain or door, The little lamp burns straight. Its rays shoot strong and far. I trim it well, To be the wanderer's guiding star. Frawn my hot-ey sire, Chide my angry dame, Set your slaves to spy, Threaten me with shame, But neither sire nor dame, Nor prying surf shall know, Tain joe knightly trucks, That waste of frozen snow. What I love shall come like visitant of air, Safe in secret power, From lurking human snare.

53:20What loves me, No word of mine shall air betray, Though for faith unstained, My life must forfeit pay. Burn then, little lamp, Glimmer straight and clear. Hush, a rustling wing stirs, Me things the air, He for whom I wait, Thus ever comes to me, Strange powers, I trust thy might, Trust thou, my constancy. End of poem, This recording is in the public domain. Stanzas, by Emily Bronti, Red for LibriVox.org. Often rebuked, Yet always back returning to those first feelings That were born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning,

54:23For idle dreams of things which cannot be, Today I will seek not the shadowy region, Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear, And visions rising, Legion after Legion, Bring the unreal world to strangely near. I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading, It fixes me to choose another guide, Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding, Where the wild wind blows on the mountainside. What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell, The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling,

55:24Can center both the worlds of heaven and hell. And opom, this recording is in the public domain. Last Lines by Emily Bronti, RedForLibriVox.org No coward soul is mine, No trembleer in the world's storm-chubbled sphere. I see heaven's glory shine, And faith shines equal, Arming me from fear. Oh God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present deity, Life that in me has rest, As I, undying life, Have power in thee. Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, Unautorably vain,

56:25Worthless as withered weeds, Orightless froth amid the boundless mane, To waken doubt in one holding so fast by thine infinity, So surely anchored on the steadfast rock of immortality, With wide embracing love, By spirit animates eternal years, Proveids and broods above, Changes sustains, dissolves, Creates and rears. The worth and man were gone, And sons and universes ceased to be, And thou weret left alone. Every existence would exist in thee. There is not room for death, Nor at him that his might could render void. Thou art being and breath, And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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