Emily BronteThe Complete Poems文档格式.docx

1、Or, with strained ear, to catch the shock,Of rock with wave, and wave with rock;So would I fearful vigil keep,And, all for listening, never sleep.But this worlds fire has much to dread,Not so, my Father, with the dead.On! Not for them, should we despair,The grave is drear, but they are not there;The

2、ir dust is mingled with the sod,Their happy souls are gone to God!You told me this, and yet you sign,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 grewUnnoticed on its parent

3、 tree,Because it fell in fertile earth,And sprang up to a glorious birth-Struck deep its root, and lifted highIts green boughs, in the breezy sky.But, Ill not fear, I will not weep For those whose bodies rest in the sleep,- I know there is a blessed shore,Opening its ports for me, and mine;And, gazi

4、ng Times wide waters oer,I weary for that land divine,Where we were born, where you and IShall meet our Dearest, when we die;From suffering and corruption free,Restored into the Deity.Well hast thou spoken, sweet, trustful child!And wiser than thy sire;And worldly tempests, raging wild,Shall strengt

5、hen thy desire-Thy fervent hope, through storm and foam,Through wind and oceans roar,To reach, at last, the eternal home, The steadfast, changeless, shore! Ii 160 Stars Why, because the dazzling sunRestored our Earth to joy,Have you departed, every one,And left a desert sky?All through the night, yo

6、ur glorious eyesWere gazing down in mine,And with a full hearts thankful sighs,I blessed that watch divine.O was at peace, and drank your beamsAs they were life to me;And reveled in my changeful dreams,Like petrel on the sea.Thought followed thought, star followed star,Through boundless regions, on;

7、While one sweet influence, near and far,Thrilled through, and proved us one!Why did the morning dawn to breakSo great, so pure, a spell;And scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,Where your cool radiance fell?Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,His fierce beams struck my brow;The soul of nature, s

8、prang, elate,But mine sank sad and low!My lids closed down, yet through their veil,I saw him, blazing, still,And steep in gold the misty dale,And flash upon the hill.I turned me to the pillow, then,To call back night, and seeYour worlds of solemn light, again,Throb with my heart, and me!It would not

9、 do-the pillow glowed,And glowed both roof and floor;And birds sang loudly in the wood,And fresh winds shook the door;The curtains waved, the wakened fliesWere murmuring round my room,Imprisoned there, till I should rise,And give them leave to roam.Oh, stars and dreams, and gentle night;Oh, night an

10、d stars return!And hide me from the hostile light,That does not warm, but burn;That drains the blood of suffering men;Drinks tears, instead of dew;Let me sleep through his blinding reign,And only wake with you!Iii157 The PhilosopherPublished in the 1846 collection Poems By Currer, Ellis and Acton Be

11、ll under Emilys nom de plume Ellis Bell.Enough of thought, philosopher!Too long hast thou been dreamingUnlightened, in this chamber drear,While summers sun is beaming!Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrainConcludes thy musings once again?Oh, for the time when I shall sleepWithout identity.And never c

12、are how rain may steep,Or snow may cover me!No promised heaven, these wild desiresCould all, or half fulfil;No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,Subdue this quenchless will!So said I, and still say the same;Still, to my death, will say-Three gods, within this little frame,Are warring night; and

13、 day;Heaven could not hold them all, and yetThey all are held in me;And must be mine till I forgetMy present entity!Oh, for the time, when in my breastTheir struggles will be oer!Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,And never suffer more!I saw a spirit, standing, man,Where thou dost stand-an hour ago,

14、And round his feet three rivers ran,Of equal depth, and equal flow-A golden stream-and one like blood;And one like sapphire seemed to be;But, where they joined their triple floodIt tumbled in an inky seaThe spirit sent his dazzling gazeDown through that oceans gloomy night;Then, kindling all, with s

15、udden blaze,The glad deep sparkled wide and bright-White as the sun, far, far more fairThan its divided sources were!And even for that spirit, seer,Ive watched and sought my life-time long;Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air,An endless search, and always wrong.Had I but seen his glorious eyeO

16、NCE light the clouds that wilder me;I neer had raised this coward cryTo cease to think, and cease to be;er had called oblivion blest,Nor stretching eager hands to death,Implored to change for senseless restThis sentient soul, this living breath-Oh, let me die-that power and willTheir cruel strife ma

17、y close;And conquered good, and conquering illBe lost in one repose!Iv 158 RemembranceCold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee,Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,Severed at last by Times all-severing wave?Now, when alone, do my thoughts

18、no longer hoverOver the mountains, on that northern shore,Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves coverThy noble heart for ever, ever more?Cold in the earth-and fifteen wild Decembers,From those brown hills, have melted into spring:Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembersAfter such yea

19、rs of change and suffering!Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,While the worlds tide is bearing me along;Other desires and other hopes beset me,Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!No later light has lightened up my heaven,No second morn has ever shone for me;All my lifes bliss f

20、rom thy dear life was given,s bliss is in the grave with thee.But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,And even Despair was powerless to destroy;Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.Then did I check the tears of useless passion-Weaned

21、 my young soul from yearning after thine;Sternly denied its burning wish to hastenDown to that tomb already more than mine.And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memorys rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?V 156 A D

22、eath-sceneO day! he cannot dieWhen thou so fair art shining!O Sun, in such a glorious sky,So tranquilly declining;He cannot leave thee now,While fresh west winds are blowing,And all around his youthful browThy cheerful light is glowing!Edward, awake, awake-The golden evening gleamsWarm and bright on

23、 Ardens lake-Arouse thee from thy dreams!Beside thee, on my knee,My dearest friend, I prayThat thou, to cross the eternal sea,Wouldst yet one hour delay:I hear its billows roar-I see them foaming high;But no glimpse of a further shoreHas blest my straining eye.Believe not what they urgeOf Eden isles

24、 beyond;Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,To thy own native land.It is not death, but painThat struggles in thy breast-Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;I cannot let thee rest!One long look, that sore reproved meFor the woe I could not bear-One mute look of suffering moved meTo repent my useless

25、prayer:And, with sudden check, the heavingOf distraction passed away;Not a sign of further grievingStirred my soul that awful day.Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting;Sunk to peace the twilight breeze:Summer dews fell softly, wettingGlen, and glade, and silent trees.Then his eyes began to weary,W

26、eighed beneath a mortal sleep;And their orbs grew strangely dreary,Clouded, even as they would weep.But they wept not, but they changed not,Never moved, and never closed;Troubled still, and still they ranged not-Wandered not, nor yet reposed!So I knew that he was dying-Stooped, and raised his languid head;Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,So I knew that he was dead.vi 149 Song*The linnet in the rocky dells,The moor-lark in the air,The bee among the heather bellsThat hide my lady fair:The wild deer browse above her breast;The wild birds raise their brood;An