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Emily Jane Brontë

The Night is Darkening Round Me

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'… ever-present, phantom thing;
My slave, my comrade, and my king'

Some of Emily Brontë's most extraordinary poems

Introducing Little Black Classics: 80 books for Penguin's 80th birthday. Little Black Classics celebrate the huge range and diversity of Penguin Classics, with books from around the world and across many centuries. They take us from a balloon ride over Victorian London to a garden of blossom in Japan, from Tierra del Fuego to 16th century California and the Russian steppe. Here are stories lyrical and savage; poems epic and intimate; essays satirical and inspirational; and ideas that have shaped the lives of millions.

Emily Brontë (1818–1848). Brontë's Wuthering Heights and The Complete Poems are available in Penguin Classics
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    Why ask to know what date what clime

    There dwelt our own humanity

    Power-worshippers from earliest time

    Foot-kissers of triumphant crime

    Crushers of helpless misery

    Crushing down Justice honouring Wrong

    If that be feeble this be strong

    Shedders of blood shedders of tears

    Self-cursers avid of distress

    Yet Mocking heaven with senseless prayers

    For mercy on the merciless

    It was the autumn of the year

    When grain grows yellow in the ear

    Day after day from noon to noon,

    That August’s sun blazed bright as June

    But we with unregarding eyes

    Saw panting earth and glowing skies

    No hand the reaper’s sickle held

    Nor bound the ripe sheaves in the field

    Our corn was garnered months before,

    Threshed out and kneaded-up with gore

    Ground when the ears were milky sweet

    With furious toil of hoofs and feet

    I doubly cursed on foreign sod

    Fought neither for my home nor God
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarlethas quotedlast year
    Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

    What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?

    More glory and more grief than I can tell:

    The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling

    Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarlethas quotedlast year
    All hushed and still within the house

    Without – all wind and driving rain

    But something whispers to my mind

    Through rain and [through the] wailing wind
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