The Night

Emily BronteEmily Bronte

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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
Emily Bronte
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Emily Bronte

1818 - 1848/Female/EnglishA novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights. She wrote under the pen name Ellis Bell.

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