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Emily Brontë
1,530 books13.4k followersEmily Brontë was an English novelist and poet whose singular contribution to literature, Wuthering Heights, is now celebrated as one of the most powerful and original novels in the English language. Born into the remarkable Brontë family on 30 July 1818 in Thornton, Yorkshire, she was the fifth of six children of Maria Branwell and Patrick Brontë, an Irish clergyman. Her early life was marked by both intellectual curiosity and profound loss. After the death of her mother in 1821 and the subsequent deaths of her two eldest sisters in 1825, Emily and her surviving siblings— Charlotte, Anne, and Branwell—were raised in relative seclusion in the moorland village of Haworth, where their imaginations flourished in a household shaped by books, storytelling, and emotional intensity.
The Brontë children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily’s poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel’s structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw—two characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance—and explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte’s later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Brontë died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
The Brontë children created elaborate fictional worlds, notably Angria and later Gondal, which served as an outlet for their creative energies. Emily, in particular, gravitated toward Gondal, a mysterious, windswept imaginary land she developed with her sister Anne. Her early poetry, much of it steeped in the mythology and characters of Gondal, demonstrated a remarkable lyrical force and emotional depth. These poems remained private until discovered by Charlotte in 1845, after which Emily reluctantly agreed to publish them in the 1846 collection Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, using the pseudonym Ellis Bell to conceal her gender. Though the volume sold few copies, critics identified Emily’s poems as the strongest in the collection, lauding her for their music, power, and visionary quality.
Emily was intensely private and reclusive by nature. She briefly attended schools in Cowan Bridge and Roe Head but was plagued by homesickness and preferred the solitude of the Yorkshire moors, which inspired much of her work. She worked briefly as a teacher but found the demands of the profession exhausting. She also studied in Brussels with Charlotte in 1842, but again found herself alienated and yearning for home. Throughout her life, Emily remained closely bonded with her siblings, particularly Anne, and with the landscape of Haworth, where she drew on the raw, untamed beauty of the moors for both her poetry and her fiction.
Her only novel, Wuthering Heights, was published in 1847, a year after the poetry collection, under her pseudonym Ellis Bell. Initially met with a mixture of admiration and shock, the novel’s structure, emotional intensity, and portrayal of violent passion and moral ambiguity stood in stark contrast to the conventions of Victorian fiction. Many readers, unable to reconcile its power with the expected gentility of a woman writer, assumed it had been written by a man. The novel tells the story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw—two characters driven by obsessive love, cruelty, and vengeance—and explores themes of nature, the supernatural, and the destructive power of unresolved emotion. Though controversial at the time, Wuthering Heights is now considered a landmark in English literature, acclaimed for its originality, psychological insight, and poetic vision.
Emily's personality has been the subject of much speculation, shaped in part by her sister Charlotte’s later writings and by Victorian biographies that often sought to romanticize or domesticate her character. While some accounts depict her as intensely shy and austere, others highlight her fierce independence, deep empathy with animals, and profound inner life. She is remembered as a solitary figure, closely attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, with a quiet but formidable intellect and a passion for truth and freedom. Her dog, Keeper, was a constant companion and, according to many, a window into her capacity for fierce, loyal love.
Emily Brontë died of tuberculosis on 19 December 1848 at the age of thirty, just a year after the publication of her novel. Her early death, following those of her brother Branwell and soon to
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August 13, 2025
EMILY BRÖNTE IK BEN VRIJ OP ZATERDAG EN WIL GRAAG MET JE MEE NAAR DE MOORS. ALSJEBLIEFT NEEM ME MEE NAAR DE MOORS OP ZATERDAG WANNEER IK VRIJ BEN
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even serieus: Emily's gedichten zijn subliem! ja, ze zijn somber – maar ook warm, hartelijk, wijs, en voelen vreemd vertrouwd. Het heeft diezelfde sfeer als Wuthering Heights; buiten is het donker, de wind huilt, woeste stormen doen het huis kraken en de onweer licht de hemel op. En dat terwijl je binnen bij een warm knisperende haardje zit op een comfortabele stoel, met een boek en een kat op schoot (maar dan zonder de allergie, je ziet het plaatje).
De gedichten gaan over eenzaamheid, vriendschap, rouw en liefde, en vaak met inspiratie van de Engelse Moors. De Moors, voor als je het nog niet kent, is een ruig, boomloos landschap met golvende heuvels, heidevelden, harde wind en vaak dichte mist. Dit is het landschap dat voor Emily heel bekend was en ze veel van haar inspiratie uit haalde.
De poëzie zelf is eigenlijk best toegankelijk (met een beetje achtergrond af en toe), met een fijn rijmschema dat ook lekker bekt (want poëzie dient hardop voorgelezen te worden). Vaak zijn het dialogen, waarbij bijvoorbeeld de vader zijn dochter aanspreekt:
"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;"
Hij verteld haar dat hij rouwt om zijn dierbaren die zijn overleden:
"But, yet, even this tranquillity
Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;
And, in the red fire's cheerful glow,
I think of deep glens, blocked with snow;
I dream of moor, and misty hill,
Where evening closes dark and chill;
For, lone, among the mountains cold,
Lie those that I have loved of old.
And my heart aches, in hopeless pain,
Exhausted with repinings vain,
That I shall greet them ne'er again!"
De dochter troost hem door hem te vertellen dat, hoewel de wereld hard is voor de nabestaanden, er niet om hen gerouwd hoeft te worden, want rouwen om de doden is als rouwen om een gevallen zaadje dat een boom wordt en niet wordt vergeten:
"Oh! not for them, should we despair,
The grave is drear, but they are not there;
[...]
You told me this, and yet you sigh,
And murmur that your friends must die.
Ah! my dear father, tell me why?
For, if your former words were true,
How useless would such sorrow be;
As wise, to mourn the seed which grew
Unnoticed on its parent tree,
Because it fell in fertile earth,
And sprang up to a glorious birth,
Struck deep its root, and lifted high
Its green boughs in the breezy sky.
Oké, eerlijk gezegd weet ik niet hoe slim het advies is, maar het klinkt mooi (<- dit is eigenlijk een samenvatting van hoe ik poëzie lees)
Dat gezegd hebbende, Emily, ik vergeef het je NOOIT dat je jouw zusjes vroeg om jouw gedichten na je dood te verbranden.
… NOOIT!
***
XXVIII
Redbreast, early in the morning,
Dark and cold and cloudy grey,
Wildly tender is thy music,
Chasing angry thought away.
My heart is not enraptured now,
My eyes are full of tears,
And constant sorrow on my brow
Has done the work of years.
It was not hope that wrecked at once
The spirit's calm in storm,
But a long life of solitude,
Hopes quenched, and rising thoughts subdued,
A bleak November's calm.
What woke it then? A little child
Strayed from its father's cottage door,
And in the hour of moonlight wild
Laid lonely on the desert moor.
I heard it then, you heard it too,
And seraph sweet it sang to you;
But like the shriek of misery
That wild, wild music wailed to me.
...
even serieus: Emily's gedichten zijn subliem! ja, ze zijn somber – maar ook warm, hartelijk, wijs, en voelen vreemd vertrouwd. Het heeft diezelfde sfeer als Wuthering Heights; buiten is het donker, de wind huilt, woeste stormen doen het huis kraken en de onweer licht de hemel op. En dat terwijl je binnen bij een warm knisperende haardje zit op een comfortabele stoel, met een boek en een kat op schoot (maar dan zonder de allergie, je ziet het plaatje).
De gedichten gaan over eenzaamheid, vriendschap, rouw en liefde, en vaak met inspiratie van de Engelse Moors. De Moors, voor als je het nog niet kent, is een ruig, boomloos landschap met golvende heuvels, heidevelden, harde wind en vaak dichte mist. Dit is het landschap dat voor Emily heel bekend was en ze veel van haar inspiratie uit haalde.
De poëzie zelf is eigenlijk best toegankelijk (met een beetje achtergrond af en toe), met een fijn rijmschema dat ook lekker bekt (want poëzie dient hardop voorgelezen te worden). Vaak zijn het dialogen, waarbij bijvoorbeeld de vader zijn dochter aanspreekt:
"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;"
Hij verteld haar dat hij rouwt om zijn dierbaren die zijn overleden:
"But, yet, even this tranquillity
Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;
And, in the red fire's cheerful glow,
I think of deep glens, blocked with snow;
I dream of moor, and misty hill,
Where evening closes dark and chill;
For, lone, among the mountains cold,
Lie those that I have loved of old.
And my heart aches, in hopeless pain,
Exhausted with repinings vain,
That I shall greet them ne'er again!"
De dochter troost hem door hem te vertellen dat, hoewel de wereld hard is voor de nabestaanden, er niet om hen gerouwd hoeft te worden, want rouwen om de doden is als rouwen om een gevallen zaadje dat een boom wordt en niet wordt vergeten:
"Oh! not for them, should we despair,
The grave is drear, but they are not there;
[...]
You told me this, and yet you sigh,
And murmur that your friends must die.
Ah! my dear father, tell me why?
For, if your former words were true,
How useless would such sorrow be;
As wise, to mourn the seed which grew
Unnoticed on its parent tree,
Because it fell in fertile earth,
And sprang up to a glorious birth,
Struck deep its root, and lifted high
Its green boughs in the breezy sky.
Oké, eerlijk gezegd weet ik niet hoe slim het advies is, maar het klinkt mooi (<- dit is eigenlijk een samenvatting van hoe ik poëzie lees)
Dat gezegd hebbende, Emily, ik vergeef het je NOOIT dat je jouw zusjes vroeg om jouw gedichten na je dood te verbranden.
… NOOIT!
***
XXVIII
Redbreast, early in the morning,
Dark and cold and cloudy grey,
Wildly tender is thy music,
Chasing angry thought away.
My heart is not enraptured now,
My eyes are full of tears,
And constant sorrow on my brow
Has done the work of years.
It was not hope that wrecked at once
The spirit's calm in storm,
But a long life of solitude,
Hopes quenched, and rising thoughts subdued,
A bleak November's calm.
What woke it then? A little child
Strayed from its father's cottage door,
And in the hour of moonlight wild
Laid lonely on the desert moor.
I heard it then, you heard it too,
And seraph sweet it sang to you;
But like the shriek of misery
That wild, wild music wailed to me.
June 9, 2025
Delicious!
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July 19, 2025better than wuthering heights, that's for sure!
September 28, 2025
The poetry is five stars, but I would’ve liked this compact edition to include an introduction to Emily Brontë’s work and a chronology of key life events—similar to the Penguin Classics: The Complete Poems edition. I feel like this kind of context really helps, especially since this is the newest edition and a selected collection, which is what drew me in as someone reading her poetry for the first time. I’m sure others might feel the same—it’s just nice to have a bit of background when diving into poetry.
That being said, I do believe I’ve learnt a lot about Emily’s story through her personal and passionate approach. Even without a formal introduction, her voice really comes through in the poems—raw, intense, and often deeply emotional. You can sense her inner world, her struggles, and the things she cared about just by the way she writes. It’s like getting to know her through her own words, which in a way feels even more intimate than reading a biography or timeline. So while I still think some added context would’ve been helpful, her poetry speaks volumes on its own.
That being said, I do believe I’ve learnt a lot about Emily’s story through her personal and passionate approach. Even without a formal introduction, her voice really comes through in the poems—raw, intense, and often deeply emotional. You can sense her inner world, her struggles, and the things she cared about just by the way she writes. It’s like getting to know her through her own words, which in a way feels even more intimate than reading a biography or timeline. So while I still think some added context would’ve been helpful, her poetry speaks volumes on its own.
September 3, 2025
love Emily Brontë and her gorgeous poetry, this anthology pulls together some of her loveliest and darkest poems, my personal faves from this collection are: 'How Clear She Shines', 'The Night is darkening round me', 'The Old Stoic', 'Fall leaves fall' and 'The Night-Wind', would definitely recommend for Emily Brontë fans, beginner readers of her works and poetry in general! :)
June 13, 2025
This was such a beautiful read, I loved every moment. Emily Brontë just has a way with words that resonates deeply within me. So many poems about nature (you can really feel Emily Brontë’s love for the Yorkshire landscape shining through), faith, love, and loneliness - each one of them incredible.
June 2, 2025
I haven’t loved a poetry collection this much since I first discovered Mary Oliver. Emily Brontë’s poetry really resonated with me. I will definitely be revisiting this book again very soon.
June 5, 2025
cro bien
June 29, 2025
i’m stupid and didn’t realise this had several untitled, unnumbered poems and not just one really long poem with inconsistent rhymes… will be rereading! the titled poems were beautiful!
July 1, 2025
raw and beautiful….there’s nothing she could put out that i wouldn’t like
July 7, 2025
Beautiful collection of poetry
September 30, 2025
4.75 ⭐️ - Oh Emily Brontë, the poet you are.
October 8, 2025
i love how we all feel the same things
November 3, 2025
Verlust und Glück so zu vermischen ist ein Meisterwerk
December 4, 2025
Miss Emily really just gets it x
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December 18, 2025Emily Brontë, the woman you were. A eulogy that is thought to be for Anne- her sister with a sprinkle of religion. Its chefs kiss
December 22, 2025
I don’t love her poetry. It’s just not for me.
September 24, 2025
my girl loved nature
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