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jelenab's review against another edition
5.0
"Cold in the earth —and 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 alone , do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains , on that northern shore , Resting their wings where heath and fern -leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills , have melted into spring:
Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth , forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me , Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given ,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams perished ,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could cherished,
Strengthened , and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears Of useless passion
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And , even yet , I dare not let it languish , Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish , How could I seek the empty world again?"
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 alone , do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains , on that northern shore , Resting their wings where heath and fern -leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills , have melted into spring:
Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth , forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me , Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given ,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams perished ,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could cherished,
Strengthened , and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears Of useless passion
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And , even yet , I dare not let it languish , Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish , How could I seek the empty world again?"
dee9401's review against another edition
2.0
I picked this up at a fantastic used book shop in Connecticut (The Book Barn in Nantiac). I am a fan of Wuthering Heights and a big poetry reader as well, so I figured it was worth the price of admission. While I feel I "got my money's worth", I was not as taken with these poems as I thought I would be. Perhaps since they were posthumously put together with unfinished and unedited poems lumped in, there wasn't a good sense from the work as a whole. I did very much enjoy "A Little While, A Little While" (pp. 60-62).
katerinaap_'s review against another edition
5.0
No heart can quite repress the anguish
Of leaving things that once were dear
jessmilner26's review against another edition
3.0
Ok, so of course this was good in terms of the poems. But i can't help but think it would have been better not to read the 'complete' poems all at once but to read them in seperate volumes. I got this from the library, otherwise i would have taken a long time to read this. Then i wouldn't have felt like i was reading hundreds of poems about: death, the fictional city of gondal (which we have no real context for, these read as random snippets more than anything) or the moors.
like i said, great writing. some great quotes. but would be better to take your time reading the collection.
like i said, great writing. some great quotes. but would be better to take your time reading the collection.
electrolite's review against another edition
4.0
Emily's poems, not Charlotte. Stupid Amazon is dumb.
veldadraws's review
5.0
I feel like I should read this again and pay closer attention to the notes but regardless, interesting.
the_bookish_kat's review against another edition
4.0
I really enjoyed this collection of poetry by Emily Brontë. I really enjoyed reading the poems about Gondal, which was the world that she created with her sister Anne, and I also loved the poems on nature. I noticed that there were a lot of poems about death, which made me a bit sad because Emily died when she was only thirty years old. But she has left such an impact on English literature with only one novel and a book of poetry, and I can see why people love her writing so much.
chris_dech's review against another edition
3.0
Nothing too special, nothing particularly striking. Brontë has a distinct voice and ethereal style, but it is unfortunately hampered by overdone themes.