Title: Wuthering Heights  Author: Emily Bronte  Subjects: Classic; Fiction It was controversial because of its unusually stark...

In the earth--the earth--thou shalt be laid, A grey stone standing over thee; Black mould beneath thee spread, And black mould to co...

When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost, and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls ...

How few, of all the hearts that loved, Are grieving for thee now; And why should mine to-night be moved With such a sense of woe? ...

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every bre...

Heavy hangs the rain-drop From the burdened spray; Heavy broods the damp mist On uplands far away. Heavy looms the dull sky, H...

A fragment. In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! ope...

Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beami...

Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream, That vanished with the morn: And if ...

In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in s...

For him who struck thy foreign string, I ween this heart has ceased to care; Then why dost thou such feelings bring To my sad spirit...

"Listen! When your hair, like mine, Takes a tint of silver gray; When your eyes, with dimmer shine, Watch life's bubbles fl...

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air: Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe my spirit's care. ...

There should be no despair for you While nightly stars are burning; While evening pours its silent dew, And sunshine gilds the mor...

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through th...

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 ...

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name; But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, th...

Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning...

The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer b...

Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee, Shall nature cease to bow? Thy mind ...