Often rebuked, yet always back returning …
Emily Brontë
Long neglect has worn away …
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun …
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; …
I am the only being whose doom …
Love is like the wild rose-briar, …
No coward soul is mine …
O thy bright eyes must answer now, …
Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, …
Shall earth no more inspire thee, …
Come, the wind may never again …
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, …
The night is darkening round me, …
Heavy hangs the raindrop …
O transient voyager of heaven! …