Poetry: Brontë – All Hushed and Still Within the House

"Never again? Why not again? Memory has power as real as thine." #Brontë

Poetry: Brontë – O come with me

O come with me, thus ran the song,The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky,And thou hast toiled and laboured longWith aching head and weary eye.Emily Jane Brontë I stumbled across this poem recently. I realized that while I knew of the Brontë sisters’ novels, I knew very little of their poetry. This one stuck out …

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