The quietest ‘groan’, for Emily Brontë, could suggest that earthly sorrow has an absolute quality:
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One hardly uttered groan –
But that has hushed all vocal joy,
“Every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree.” Emily Bronte
To those that celebrate Thanksgiving, happy early Thanksgiving! I hope today can be a day you enjoy with those you love and reflect on the many things you can be grateful for.
An unpublished story and poem by Charlotte Bronte has been discovered in a much-loved book owned by her mother, Maria Bronte.
Maria died when her six children – including the authors Emily, Anne and Charlotte – were very young. 201 more words
“Heathcliff, it’s me, your Cathy// I’ve come home. I’m so cold!// Let me in-a-your window.”
Whilst this might come as a disappointment to some, no this isn’t a review of Kate Bush’s 1978 classic rendition of Wuthering Heights, but rather the novel that inspired it. 172 more words
Last week I participated in my monthly Golden Heart blog party with the theme “favorite holiday books”. But instead of talking about A Christmas Carol or The Polar Express, I made a case for the 2,328 more words