Emily Brontë: Complete Works (ePub)

Emily Brontë was one of the greatest British novelists and poets. She is best known for her novel Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily is less known for her poetry, even though she is now regarded as poetic genius. Her legacy burns to this day with a extraordinary power and a secret fire, as Charlotte described Emily in her own words. This edition includes: Introduction: The Life of Emily Brontë Novel: Wuthering Heights Poetry: Faith and Despondency Stars The Philosopher Remembrance A Death-Scene My Lady's Grave Anticipation The Prisoner Hope A Day Dream To Imagination How Clear She Shines Sympathy Plead for Me Self-Interrogation Death Stanzas to - Honour's Martyr Stanzas My Comforter The Old Stoic A Little While, a Little While The Bluebell Loud Without the Wind Was Roaring Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee The Night-Wind 'Aye-There It Is! It Wakes To-Night Love and Friendship The Elder's Rebuke The Wanderer From the Fold Warning and Reply Last Words The Lady to Her Guitar The Two Children The Visionary Encouragement Stanzas No Coward Soul Is Mine O God of heaven! ¿Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven Tell me, tell me, smiling child High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending The night of storms has past I saw thee, child, one summer day The battle had passed from the height Alone I sat; the summer day The night is darkening round me I'll come when thou art saddest I would have touched the heavenly key Now trust a heart that trusts in you Sleep brings no joy to me Strong I stand, though I have borne O Mother! I am not regretting Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning O wander not so far away! Why do I hate that lone green dell? Gleneden's Dream It's over now; I've known it all ¿This shall be thy lullaby 'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days Douglas Ride ¿What rider up Gobeloin's glen ¿Geraldine, the moon is shining Where were ye all? and where wert thou? Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day O dream, where art thou now? How still, how happy! These are words The night was dark, yet winter breathed The Absent One...