The English novelist and poet, Emily Brontë produced but one novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English Literature. This work of art, published under the pen name Ellis Bell, is a highly imaginative novel about passion and hate. We don’t know much about her life because she was the most reserved of the 3 Brontë sisters. Furthermore, she left no interesting correspondance.
Cold in the earth–the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Now, when ... [+]
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree– The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its ... [+]
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear. O God within my breast, Almighty ... [+]