By Emily Brontë
'... ever-present, phantom thing;
My slave, my comrade, and my king'
Some of Emily Brontë's so much remarkable poems
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Emily Brontë (1818-1848). Brontë's Wuthering Heights and The whole Poems are available Penguin Classics
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Why no longer back? reminiscence has energy as genuine as thine 29. frequently rebuked, but continually again returning to these first emotions that have been born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and studying For idle goals of items which can't be: this day, i'm going to search no longer the shadowy zone; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions emerging, legion after legion, convey the synthetic international too unusually close to. I’ll stroll, yet no longer in outdated heroic strains, and never in paths of excessive morality, and never one of the half-distinguished faces, The clouded kinds of long-past heritage. I’ll stroll the place my very own nature will be prime: It vexes me to decide on one other advisor: the place the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding; the place the wild wind blows at the mountain aspect. What have these lonely mountains worthy revealing? extra glory and extra grief than i will inform: The earth that wakes one human middle to feeling Can centre either the worlds of Heaven and Hell. 30. Why ask to understand what date what clime There dwelt our personal humanity Power-worshippers from earliest time Foot-kissers of effective crime Crushers of helpless distress Crushing down Justice honouring improper If that be feeble this be robust Shedders of blood shedders of tears Self-cursers avid of misery but Mocking heaven with mindless prayers For mercy at the cruel It used to be the fall of the yr while grain grows yellow within the ear every day from midday to midday, That August’s solar blazed shiny as June yet we with unregarding eyes observed panting earth and sparkling skies No hand the reaper’s sickle held Nor sure the ripe sheaves within the box Our corn used to be garnered months prior to, Threshed out and kneaded-up with gore floor whilst the ears have been milky candy With livid toil of hoofs and toes I doubly cursed on overseas sod Fought neither for my domestic nor God BOCCACCIO � Mrs Rosie and the Priest GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS � As kingfishers trap fireplace The Saga of Gunnlaug Serpent-tongue THOMAS DE QUINCEY � On homicide regarded as one of many high quality Arts FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE � Aphorisms on Love and Hate JOHN RUSKIN � site visitors PU SONGLING � Wailing Ghosts JONATHAN speedy � A Modest inspiration 3 Tang Dynasty Poets WALT WHITMAN � at the seashore at evening by myself KENKŌ � A Cup of Sake underneath the Cherry timber BALTASAR GRACIÁN � the right way to Use Your Enemies JOHN KEATS � The Eve of St Agnes THOMAS HARDY � lady a lot ignored man DE MAUPASSANT � Femme Fatale MARCO POLO � Travels within the Land of Serpents and Pearls SUETONIUS � Caligula APOLLONIUS OF RHODES � Jason and Medea ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON � Olalla KARL MARX AND FRIEDRICH ENGELS � The Communist Manifesto PETRONIUS � Trimalchio’s ceremonial dinner JOHANN PETER HEBEL � How a Ghastly tale used to be dropped at gentle through a standard or backyard Butcher’s puppy HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN � The Tinder field RUDYARD KIPLING � The Gate of the Hundred Sorrows DANTE � Circles of Hell HENRY MAYHEW � Of road Piemen HAFEZ � The nightingales are inebriated GEOFFREY CHAUCER � The spouse of tub MICHEL DE MONTAIGNE � How We Weep and snicker on the similar factor THOMAS NASHE � The Terrors of the evening EDGAR ALLAN POE � The Tell-Tale center MARY KINGSLEY � A Hippo ceremonial dinner JANE AUSTEN � The Beautifull Cassandra ANTON CHEKHOV � Gooseberries SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE � good, they're long gone, and right here needs to I stay JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE � Sketchy, uncertain, Incomplete Jottings CHARLES DICKENS � the good Winglebury Duel HERMAN MELVILLE � The Maldive Shark ELIZABETH GASKELL � The previous Nurse’s tale NIKOLAY LESKOV � The metal Flea HONORÉ DE BALZAC � The Atheist’s Mass CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN � The Yellow Wall-Paper C.