A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
EMILY BRONTEA heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
EMILY BRONTEShall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
EMILY BRONTEThe clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
EMILY BRONTEIt is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
EMILY BRONTENo coward soul is mine.
EMILY BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEIn secret pleasure — secret tears, This changeful life has slipped away.
EMILY BRONTENonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
EMILY BRONTEYou have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
EMILY BRONTESweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
EMILY BRONTEHe might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
EMILY BRONTEI love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
EMILY BRONTEI will walk where my own nature would be leading.
EMILY BRONTEAny relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTEA sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTEHeaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
EMILY BRONTE