No coward soul is mine
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life, that in me has rest, As I, undying Life, have power in Thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thy infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and moon were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void : Thou —
OU art Being and Breath, And what
OU art may never be destroyed.
No coward soul is mine (Jan. 2, 1846)Charlotte Brontë notes, "The following are the last lines my sister Emily ever wrote.
Emily Jane Bronte
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The Lady To Her Guitar
For him who struck thy foreign string, I ween this heart has ceased to care; Then why dost thou such feelings To my sad spirit—old Guitar
Death that struck when I was most confiding
Death that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be—Strike again, Time's withered branch
The Prisoner Pt 1
In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away;Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern He dare not say me nay–the hinges harshly turn
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I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world grieve me, While thy heart suffers there
