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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
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LXIV. It was night, and on the mountains 219
LXV. And first an hour of mournful musing 220
LXVI. Had there been falsehood in my breast 222
LXVII. Yes, holy be thy resting-place 223

I. Gods of the old mythology 227
II. Its faded buds already lie 228
III. Bitterly, deeply I've drunk of thy woe 229
IV. Companions all day long we've stood 231
V. Oh, all the cares these noontide airs 233
VI. There's something in this glorious hour 234
VII. Sleep, mourner, sleep!—I cannot sleep 236
VIII. Oh might my footsteps find a rest! 237
IX. How Edenlike seem palace walls 240
X. Now—but one moment—let me stay 241
XI. RETIREMENT
O let me be alone awhile! 242
XII. DESPONDENCY
I have gone backward in the work 243
XIII. IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY
Blessed be Thou for all the joy 245
XIV. A PRAYER
My God! O let me call Thee mine! 248
XV. CONFIDENCE
Oppressed with sin and woe 249
XVI. There let thy bleeding branch atone 251
XVII. I am the only being whose doom 252
XVIII. 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight 253
XIX. A sudden chasm of ghastly light 254
XX. AT CASTLE WOOD
The day is done, the winter sun 257