The Night is Darkening Round Me

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  * Those of you who dare to judge Emily Bronte's poetry are in need of a good psychiatrist. And your country should deny you the right to vote on account of your low IQ. *

''I dream of moor, and misty hill,Where evening closes dark and chill;For, lone, among the mountains cold,Lie those that I have loved of old.And my heart ahces, in hopeless painExhausted with repinings vain,That I shall greet them ne'er again!'‘Faith and Despondency''The captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow;‘I have been struck,' she said, ‘and I am suffering now;Yet these are little worth, your bolts and irons strong,And, were they forged in steel, they could not hold melong'‘The Prisoner (A Fragment)''Well, thou hast fought for many a year,Hast fought thy whole life though,Has humbled Falsehood, trampled Fear;What is there left to do?'‘Self- Interrogation''The night is darkening round meThe wild winds coldly blowBut a tyrant spell has bound meAnd I cannot cannot go'‘25.

Seriously, educate your miserable selves...