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# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Loud without the wind was roaring (1)

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Loud without the wind was roaring Through th' autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring, Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve, Did my exiled spirit grieve.
Grieved at first, but grieved not long, Sweet—how softly sweet!—it came; Wild words of an ancient song, Undefined, without a name.
'It was spring, and the skylark was singing'; Those words they awakened a spell; They unlocked a deep fountain, whose springing, Nor absence, nor distance can quell.
In the gloom of a cloudy November They uttered the music of May; They kindled the perishing ember Into fervour that could not decay.
Awaken, o'er all my dear moorland, West-wind, in thy glory and pride! Oh! call me from valley and lowland, To walk by the hill-torrent's side! ​It is swelled with the first snowy weather; The rocks they are icy and hoar, And sullenly waves the long heather, And the fern leaves are sunny no more.
There are no yellow stars on the mountain; The bluebells have long died away From the brink of the moss-bedded fountain— From the side of the wintry brae.
But lovelier than corn-fields all waving In emerald, and vermeil, and gold, Are the heights where the north-wind is raving, And the crags where I wandered of old.
It was morning: the bright sun was beaming; How sweetly it brought back to me The time when nor labour nor dreaming Broke the sleep of the happy and free!
But blithely we rose as the dawn-heaven Was melting to amber and blue, And swift were the wings to our feet given, As we traversed the meadows of dew.
For the moors! For the moors, where the short grass Like velvet beneath us should lie! For the moors! For the moors, where each high pass Rose sunny against the clear sky! ​For the moors, where the linnet was trilling Its song on the old granite stone; Where the lark, the wild skylark, was filling Every breast with delight like its own!
What language can utter the feeling Which rose, when in exile afar, On the brow of a lonely hill kneeling, I saw the brown heath growing there?
It was scattered and stunted, and told me That soon even that would be gone: It whispered, 'The grim walls enfold me, I have bloomed in my last summer's sun.'
But not the loved music, whose waking Makes the soul of the Swiss die away, Has a spell more adored and heartbreaking Than, for me, in that blighted heath lay.
The spirit which bent 'neath its power, How it longed—how it burned to be free! If I could have wept in that hour, Those tears had been heaven to me.
Well—well; the sad minutes are moving, Though loaded with trouble and pain; And some time the loved and the loving Shall meet on the mountains again!
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Love and Friendship

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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
Love is like the wild rose-brier; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-brier blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-brier is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-brier fair!
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with the holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Last Words

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LAST WORDS
I knew not 'twas so dire a crime To say the word, 'Adieu'; But this shall be the only time My lips or heart shall sue.
The wild hillside, the winter morn, The gnarled and ancient tree, If in your breast they waken scorn, Shall wake the same in me.
I can forget black eyes and brows, And lips of falsest charm, If you forget the sacred vows Those faithless lips could form.
If hard commands can tame your love, Or strongest walls can hold, I would not wish to grieve above A thing so false and cold.
And there are bosoms bound to mine With links both tried and strong; And there are eyes whose lightning shine Has warmed and blest me long:
Those eyes shall make my only day, Shall set my spirit free, And chase the foolish thoughts away That mourn your memory.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Lines (3)

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LINES
The soft unclouded blue of air, The earth as golden, green, and fair, And bright as Eden's used to be, That air and earth have rested me,
Laid on the grass I lapsed away, Sank back again to childhood's day; All harsh thoughts perished, memory mild Subdued both grief and passion wild.
But did the sunshine even now That bathed his stern and swarthy brow, Oh did it wake—I long to know— One whisper, one sweet dream in him, One lingering joy that years ago Had faded—lost in distance dim?
That iron man was born like me, And he was once an ardent boy; He must have felt in infancy The glory of a summer sky.
Though storms untold his mind has tossed, He cannot utterly have lost Remembrance of his early home— So lost that not a gleam may come. ​No vision of his mother's face When she so fondly mild set free Her darling child from her embrace To roam till eve at liberty.
Nor of his haunts, nor of the flowers, His tiny hand would grateful bear, Returning from the darkening bowers, To weave into her glossy hair.
I saw the light breeze kiss his cheek, His fingers 'mid the roses twined; I watched to mark one transient streak Of pensive softness shade his mind.
The open window showed around A glowing park and glorious sky, And thick woods swelling with the sound Of nature's mingled harmony.
Silent he sat. That stormy breast At length I said has deigned to rest; At length above that spirit flows The waveless ocean of repose.
Let me draw near, 'twill soothe to view His dark eyes dimmed with holy dew; Remorse even now may wake within And half unchain his soul from sin. ​Perhaps this is the destined hour When Hell shall lose its fatal power, And Heaven itself shall bend above To hail the soul redeemed by love.
Unmarked I gazed, my idle thought Passed with the ray whose shine it caught ; One glance revealed how little care He felt for all the beauty there.
Oh ! crime can make the heart grow old Sooner than years of wearing woe, Can turn the warmest bosom cold As winter wind or polar snow.
April 28, 1839.
Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Loud without the wind was roaring (2)

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Loud without the wind was roaring Through the wan autumnal sky; Drenching wet the cold rain pouring, Spoke of stormy winter nigh.
All too like that dreary eve Sighed without repining grief, Sighed at first, but sighed not long; Sweet, how softly sweet it came— Wild words of an ancient song, Undefined, without a name.
November 1836.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Lines (1)

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LINES
I die, but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee, When earthly cares no more distress And earthly joys are nought to me,
Weep not, but think that I have passed Before thee o'er a sea of gloom, Have anchored safe, and rest at last Where tears and mourning cannot come.
'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear, With storms around and fears before, And no kind light to point the shore.
But long or short though life may be, 'Tis nothing to eternity: We part below to meet on high, Where blissful ages never die.
December 1837.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Lines (2)

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LINES
Far away is the land of rest— Thousand miles are stretched between, Many a mountain's stormy crest, Many a desert void of green.
Wasted, worn is the traveller, Dark his heart and dim his eye; Without hope or comforter, Faltering, faint, and ready to die.
Often he looks to the ruthless sky, Often he looks o'er his dreary road, Often he wishes down to lie And render up life's tiresome load.
But yet faint not, mournful man; Leagues on leagues are left behind Since your endless course began; Then go on, to toil resigned.
If you still despair, control, Hush its whispers in your breast; You shall reach the final goal, You shall win the land of rest.
October 1837.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Lines by Claudia

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LINES BY CLAUDIA
I did not sleep; 'twas noon of day; I saw the burning sunshine fall, The long grass bending where I lay, The blue sky brooding over all.
I heard the mellow hum of bees, And singing birds and sighing trees, And far away in woody dell The music of the Sabbath bell.
I did not dream remembrance still Clasped round my heart its fetter chill; But I am sure the soul is free To leave its clay a little while, Or how in exile misery Could I have seen my country smile?
In English fields my limbs were laid, With English turf beneath my head; My spirit wandered o'er that shore Where nought but it may wander more.
Yet if the soul can thus return, I need not, and I will not mourn; ​And vainly did you drive me far With leagues of ocean stretched between: My mortal flesh you might debar, But not the eternal fire within.
My monarch died to rule for ever A heart that can forget him never, And dear to me, aye doubly dear, Thoughts shut within the silent tomb, His name shall be for whoso bear This long sustained and hopeless doom.
And brighter in the hour of woe Than in the blaze of victory's pride That glory-shedding star shall glow For which we fought and bled and died.
May 28, 1839.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/May flowers are opening

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May flowers are opening, And leaves unfolding free; There are bees in every blossom, And birds on every tree.
The sun is gladly shining, The stream sings merrily; And lonely I am pining, And all is dark to me.
O cold, cold is my heart! It will not, cannot rise; It feels no sympathy With those refulgent skies.
Dead, dead is my joy, I long to be at rest; I wish the damp earth covered This desolated breast.
If I were quite alone, It might not be so drear, When all hope was gone; At least I could not fear.
But the glad eyes around me Must weep as mine have done, And I must see the final gloom Eclipse their morning sun. ​If heaven would rain on me That future storm of care, So their fond hearts were free, I'd be content to bear.
Alas! as lightning withers The young and aged tree, Both they and I shall fall beneath The fate we cannot flee.
January 25, 1839, E.J. Brontë.
# The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë/Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day

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Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day; I'm drear and lone and far away. Cold blows on my breast the Northwind's bitter sigh, And, oh! my couch is bleak, beneath the rainy sky!
Light up thy halls! think not of me; Absent is that face which thou hast hated so to see; Bright be thine eyes, undimmed their dazzling shine, For never, never more shall they encounter mine!
The desert moor is dark, there is tempest in the air; I have breathed my only wish in one last, one burning prayer; A prayer that would come forth altho' it lingered long; That set on fire my heart, but froze upon my tongue.
And now, it shall be done before the morning rise; I will not watch the sun arise in yonder skies. One task alone remains—thy pictured face to view, And then I go to prove if God, at least, be true! ​Do I not see thee now? Thy black resplendent hair; The glory-beaming brow; and smile how heavenly fair! Thine eyes are turned away—those eyes I would not see; Their dark, their deadly ray would more than madden me.
Then, go, deceiver, go! My hair is streaming wet; My heart's blood flows to buy the blessing—to forget! Oh! could that heart give back—give back again to thine, One tenth part of the pain that clouds my dark decline.
Oh! could I see thy lids weighed down in cheerless woe; Too full to hide their tears, too stern to overflow; Oh! could I know thy soul with equal grief was torn, This fate might be endured—this anguish might be borne.
How gloomy grows the night! 'Tis Gondal's wind that blows; I shall not tread again the deep glens where it rose. ​I feel it on my face— Where, wild blast! dost thou roam? What do we, wanderer! here, so far away from home?
I do not need thy breath to cool my death-cold brow; But go to that far land, where she is shining now; Tell her my latest wish, tell her my dreary doom; Say that my pangs are past, but hers are yet to come.
Vain words, vain, frenzied thoughts! No ear can hear my call. Lost in the desert air my frantic curses fall. And could she see me now, perchance her lip would smile, Would smile in careless pride and utter scorn the while!
But yet for all her hate, each parting glance would tell A stronger passion breathed, burned in this last farewell— Unconquered in my soul the Tyrant rules me still: Life bows to my control, but Love I cannot kill!
November 1, 1838.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Wise, His Honour Edward

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​Wise, His Honour Edward, sometime Judge of the Supreme Court of New South Wales, was 2nd son of Edward Wise, and was born in the Isle of Wight on August 13th, 1818. He was educated at Rugby, and was called to the Bar at the Middle Temple in 1844. Subsequently he went the Western Circuit, and edited the "Law Reports" of the Court of Queen's Bench, and a work on the "Law of Riots," and on "Bankruptcy." He emigrated to Sydney in 1855, and was Solicitor-General in the Parker Ministry from May to Sept. 1857, and Attorney-General in the Forster Government from Oct. 1859 to Feb. 1860, when he resigned on being appointed a Puisne Judge of the Supreme Court of New South Wales. His health giving way, he went to St. Kilda, near Melbourne, for change of air, and died there on Sept. 28th, 1865. He presented his valuable collection of books to the Sydney Free Public Library. Judge Wise married Maria Bate, daughter of Lieut. John Smith, R.N.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Wood, Hon. Reader Gilson

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​Wood, Hon. Reader Gilson, was born in 1821, and educated at the Merchant Taylors' School, London. He was brought up as an architect, and shortly after his articles had expired left England for New Zealand, arriving in Auckland in 1844. The northern insurrection breaking out in the following year, Mr. Wood was made lieutenant of Volunteer Artillery, and was present at the attempted storming of Heke's Pah at Ohaeawai on July 1st, 1845. He was mentioned in Colonel Despard's despatch describing that disastrous affair. After the war Mr. Wood returned to Auckland, where he practised his profession of architect and surveyor. About 1848 he was employed by the Government as Inspector of Roads, afterwards he was appointed Deputy Surveyor-General, which office he retained till 1856, and in the following year he was brought forward to represent Auckland City East in the General Assembly, but was defeated. In 1861 he was returned for Parnell, and in July of that year took office as Colonial Treasurer and Commissioner of Customs in the Fox Ministry. On August 6th, 1862, this Ministry went out of office, but, with the exception of a brief interregnum of a fortnight, Mr. Wood held the office of Treasurer under the Domett and Whitaker-Fox Ministries till Nov. 24th, 1864. The financial statement put before the House by Mr. Wood in the Whitaker-Fox Government contained the outlines of a scheme of military settlement and the issue of a three million loan, with a view of finally disposing of the native difficulty. Mr. Wood toward the close of 1864 went to England as Colonial Treasurer to negotiate for an instalment of one million out of the three to be borrowed, and he accomplished his object. In 1865 he resigned his seat for Parnell, but in 1870 was again elected. He opposed the great borrowing scheme of Mr. (now Sir Julius) Vogel with great vigour and eloquence. In 1878 he again resigned his seat for Parnell, and took a trip to England on private affairs. On his return to Auckland in 1879 he was elected for Waitemata. In 1871 he carried a resolution for the abolition of Civil Service pensions.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Woods, Hon. John

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​Woods, Hon. John, M.L.A., second son of Richard Woods, of Liverpool, was born on Nov. 5th, 1822. After being trained as an engineer, he was employed in Canada and England; and landed in Melbourne in 1852, after a chequered experience at the Ovens, M'Ivor, Goulburn, Ararat and Fiery Creek diggings, during which he was a prominent exponent of miners' rights. He was returned to the Assembly in 1859 for the Crowlands district, which he represented with an interval of five years, until 1877, when he was elected for Stawell, which he represented till his death. Whilst out of Parliament, from 1865 to 1870, Mr. Woods entered the Government service, and was in charge of the works at the Malmesbury reservoir, when he was summarily dismissed on an allegation, into which inquiry was refused, that he had connived at some laches on the part of the contractors. Mr. Woods took office as Minister of Railways in the first Berry Government in August 1875, and made some sweeping changes in the tariff of charges. He retired with his colleagues in October of the same year, but was appointed to the same post in the second Berry Administration in May 1877, retiring in March 1880. Mr. Woods died in May 1892.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Wisdom, Hon. Sir Robert

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​Wisdom, Hon. Sir Robert, K.C.M.G., was born in Blackburn, Lancashire, on Jan. 31st, 1830, and arrived in Australia in 1834 with his parents. He was educated at Maitland, N.S.W., and at the Sydney College, and was admitted to the Colonial Bar in 1861. He became the first member for the Western Goldfields in 1859, having resigned the office of Gold Commissioner, which he had previously held, to contest the seat. He represented this constituency in the Assembly in two parliaments, the Lower Hunter in two more, and was also member for the Northern Goldfields. For a short period he was Crown Prosecutor, and afterwards represented Morpeth. He was Chairman of Committees in the Assembly for nearly four years, and was appointed a member of the Council of Education 1878. He was Attorney-General in the Parkes Government from August 1879 to Jan. 1883. In 1887 he came to England with Sir Patrick Jennings as one of the delegates of New South Wales, to the Colonial Conference held in that year, and was created K.C.M.G. during the sittings. Returning to New South Wales, Sir Robert died on March 17th, 1888.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Wood, Harrie

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​Wood, Harrie, was born at Kensington, London, on Feb. 12th, 1831. He went to Victoria in 1854, and settled at Ballarat, where in 1858 he was appointed secretary to the Mining Board. In 1861 he introduced a scheme for the registration of mining titles, and was appointed District Mining Registrar with a view to initiate his new system which was approved by the Minister of Mines. Mr. Wood was one of the promoters of the Ballarat Benevolent Asylum, and the projector of the Ballarat School of Mines. When the Mining Department of New South Wales was established under the Mining Act of 1874, he was, in September of that year, appointed Under-Secretary, and still retains the post. He is the author of "Mines and Mineral Statistics of New South Wales," a work specially compiled for the Philadelphia Centennial Exhibition.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Withers, William Bramwell

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​Withers, William Bramwell, son of Jason Withers and Elizabeth Hendy his wife, was born on July 27th, 1823, at Whitchurch, Hampshire, and is a strong advocate of vegetarianism. He left England in 1849 for Natal, where he contributed to the Natal Witness and Natal Standard. He landed in Victoria in 1852, and after various other employments, was engaged in Melbourne as a journalist until June 1885, when he took up his residence at Ballarat. In addition to his work on the Ballarat Times, Ballarat Star, and Ballarat Courier, he has written several works of fiction. His novel "Eustace Hopkins" was published in the Sydney Echo and Ballarat Courier, and was awarded second place in the Age competition of a hundred and twenty competitors, and "The Westons" was published in the Melbourne World and Federal Australian. His other works are the "History of Ballarat," the "Ballarat Chronicles and Pictures," and his "Reminiscences of the '50's and '60's."
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Windsor, Arthur Lloyd

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​Windsor, Arthur Lloyd, editor of the Melbourne Age, was born in Barbadoes and educated at Ottery St. Mary. Returning to his native place, he was for some time connected with Codrington College, and then went to Montreal, in Canada, subsequently going to England and acting as an army "coach." Having contributed articles to the leading reviews, he republished them in collected form under the title of "Characteristics of Men, Manners, and Books" (Smith, Elder & Co.). Mr. Windsor ultimately accepted an appointment as editor of the Melbourne Argus, and went out to Victoria to assume the duties of the post, which he did not long retain, resigning owing to a difference of opinion with the proprietors as to the policy of the paper. Mr. Windsor then went to reside at Castlemaine, in Victoria, and was for several years editor of the Mount Alexander Mail. For the past twenty years he has been editor of the Melbourne Age, which owes much of its ​ success to his brilliant contributions to its leading columns.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Winter-Irving, Hon. William Irving

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​Winter-Irving, Hon. William Irving, M.L.C., J.P., F.R.G.S., is the third son of the late John Winter, of Lauder, Berwickshire, who brought his family to Victoria in 1841, and ultimately settled in Lauderdale, Ballarat, by his marriage with Janet Margaret Irving, of Bonshaw, Scotland. He was educated at the Scotch College, Melbourne, and was brought up to pastoral pursuits, in which his father, the late Mr. John Winter, achieved very great success. In 1857 he, with his brothers, purchased Colbinabbin and other stations in the Rodney district at a cost of about £200,000; and in 1868, on a friendly dissolution of partnership, the Stanhope estate, where he still resides, fell to his share. In 1874, in conjunction with Mr. J. Ettershank, of East Loddon, Mr. Winter visited England, and successfully conducted the appeal to the Privy Council against the Crown, relative to the five shilling per acre penalty sought to be enforced against the holders of certificated lands. Mr. Winter was for some years a member of the Waranga Shire Council, being twice president, and was appointed a territorial magistrate in 1868. In 1871 he stood for the Eastern Province against Sir Francis Murphy, but ultimately retired in that gentleman's favour. In 1884, on the death of the late Sir William Mitchell, President of the Legislative Council, he was returned unopposed for the Northern Province. In 1890 Mr. Winter, who in 1868 married the only daughter of William Drayton Taylor, J.P., of Noorilim, Goulburn, assumed his mother's surname in addition to and in conjunction with his patronymic. His late brother, James Winter, of Toolamba, Murchison, who died at Norwood, near London, in 1886, was also a well-known pastoralist.