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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights To lie and dream alone Of all the hopes and real delights My early years had known And oh above the rest of those That coming time should [bear] Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose Still beaming bright and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT by EMILY JANE BRONTE LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY by EMILY JANE BRONTE LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING by EMILY JANE BRONTE NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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