The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Bronte contains poems that demonstrate a sensibility elemental in its force with an imaginative discipline and flexibility of the highest order. Also included are an Editor's Note and an index of first lines. Bronte is the latest in Knopf's "Everyman's Library Pocket Poets" series. This diminutive volume-6.5" x 4.5"-includes more than 100 poems. Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc. A.e. And R.c. A.g.a. (2) A.g.a. (3) A.g.a. To A.e. A.g.a. To A.s. A.g.a. To A.s. A.g.a. To A.s. A.s. To G.s. Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun All Day I've Toiled Alone I Sat -- The Summer Day And First An Hour Of Mournful Musing And Like Myself Lone, Wholly Lone Anticipation Awaking Morning Laughs From Heaven The Battle Had Passed From The Height The Bluebell Companions, All Day Long We've Stood D.g.c. To J.a A Day Dream The Day Is Done -- The Winter Sun Death A Death Scene E.g. To M.r. E.w. To A.g.a. Fair Sinks The Summer Evening Now Faith And Despondency From A Dungeon Wall In The Southern College From Our Evening Fireside Now Geraldine Glenden's Dream H.a. And A.s. Harp Of Wind And Dream-like Strain High Waving Heather Honour's Martyr Hope How Clear She Shines How Golden Bright From Earth And Heaven How Long Will You Remain? How Loud The Storm Sounds How Still, How Happy I Am The Only Being Whose Doom I Know Not How It Falls On Me I Would Have Touched The Heavenly Key I'll Come When Thou Art Sadest If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee In Summer's Mellow Midnight In The Earth, The Earth Thou Shalt Be Laid The Inspiring Music's Thrilling Sound It Is Too Late To Call Thee Now It Was Night Lines Lines Lines Lines Lines By Claudia The Linnet In The Rocky Dells A Little While, A Little While Long Neglect Has Worn Away M.a. Written On The Dungeon Wall - N.c M.g. For The U.s. May Flowers Are Opening Mild The Mist Upon The Hill Month Afer Month My Comforter My Heart Is Not Enrapturd Now The Night Is Darkening Round Me The Night Was Dark Yet Winter Breathed No Coward Soul Is Mine None Of My Kindred Now Can Tell Not A Vapour Had Stained The Breezless Blue Now Trust A Breast [or, Heart] That Trusts In You O Dream, Where Art Thou Now? O Mother I Am Not Regretting The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall On The Fall Of Zalona Only Some Spires Of Bright Green Grass The Organ Swells, The Trumpets Sound The Philosopher Plead For Me? Redbreast Early In The Morning Remembrance Riches I Hold In Light Esteem Rodric Lesly Rosina Self-interrogation Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee Sleep Brings No Joy To Me Sleep Not, Dream Not Song Song Song By J. Brenzaida To G.s. Song By Julius Angora Song By Julius Brenzaida Song To A.a. Stanzas The Starry Night Shall Tidings Bring Start Not Upon The Minster Wall Strong I Stand A Sudden Chasm Of Ghastly Light The Sun Has Set Sympathy Tell Me Tell Me A Thousand Sounds Of Happiness Through The Hours Of Yesternight 'tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight To A Bluebell To A Wreath Of Snow To A.g.a. To A.s. To Imagination (2) Weaned From Life And Torn Away Well, Some May Hate And Some May Scorn What Use Is It To Slumber Here When Days Of Beauty Deck The Earth Why Ask To Know The Date -- The Clime? Why Do I Hate That Lone Green Dell The Wide Cathedral Aisles Are Lone Will The Day Be Bright Or Cloudy? Wind Sink To Rest Written In Aspin Castle Written On Returning To The P. Of I. On 10 January 1827 Yes Holy Be Thy Resting Place -- Table of Poems from Poem Finder® The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Bronte contains poems that demonstrate a sensibility elemental in its force with an imaginative discipline and flexibility of the highest order. Also included are an Editor's Note and an index of first lines. As in her novel Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (1818-1848) united in her poems a sensibility elemental in its force with an imaginative discipline and flexibility of the highest order. This most gifted and most enigmatic sister of the now almost mythic Bronte clan wrote poems that are so arresting in their dramatic situations, in the deep strangeness of their psychology, and in the expert musicality of their versification, that she has come over time to be acknowledged among the finest poets in our language. Emily Jane Brontë was the most solitary member of a unique, tightly-knit, English provincial family. Born in 1818, she shared the parsonage of the town of Haworth, Yorkshire, with her older sister, Charlotte, her brother, Branwell, her younger sister, Anne, and her father, The Reverend Patrick Brontë. All five were poets and writers; all but Branwell would publish at least one book. Fantasy was the Brontë children's one relief from the rig