Poems from the Moor
Emily BrontëPoems from the Moor Gönderileri
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And could she see me now, perchance her lip would smile.
November 1, 1838
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How gloomy grows the night! Tis Gondal's wind that blows.
November, 1838
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I'm drear and lone and far away.
Cold blows on my breast the Northwind's bitter sigh,
And, oh! sky! my couch is bleak, beneath the rainy sky!
Light up thy halls ! think not of me;
Absent is that face which thou hast hated so to see ;
Bright be thine eyes, undimmed their dazzling shine,
For never, never more shall they encounter mine!
The desert moor is dark, there is tempest in the air;
I have breathed my only wish in one last, one burning prayer;
A prayer that would come forth altho' it lingered long
That set on fire my heart, but froze upon my tongue.
And now, it shall be done before the morning rise;
I will not watch the sun arise in yonder skies.
One task alone remains-thy pictured face to view,
And then I go to prove if God, at least, be true!
November, 1838
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Where were ye all? and where wert thou?
October, 1848
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Old hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now,
Home to which the voice of life shall never more return;
Chambers roofless, desolate, where weeds and ivy grow;
Windows through whose broken panes the night winds coldly mourn.
Home of the departed, the long-departed dead.
June, 1838
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SLEEP brings no joy to me,
Sleep brings no rest to me,
Sleep brings no hope to me,
Sleep brings no strength to me,
Sleep brings no friend to me
Sleep brings no wish to fret
NOVEMBER, 1837
--Düzenlenmiştir.--
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Now trust a heart that trusts in you,
And firmly say the word adieu;
Be sure, wherever I may roam,
My heart is with your heart at home.
NOVEMBER, 1837
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The smiles of joy is banished
From evening's chilly gloom.
--Düzenlenmiştir.--
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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dread can move me-
I will not, cannot go.
--November, 1837--
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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dread can move me
I will not, cannot go.
--November 1837--
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'tis all in vain.
--August 1837--
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Though Earth and moon were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every Existence would exist in Thee.
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I watched my time, and summer passed,
And autumn waning fleeted by,
And doleful winter nights at last
In cloudy morning clothed the sky.
--July 1837--
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