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Sunday, July 14, 2013

Poem-A-Day: The Old Stoic by Emily Brontë

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The Old Stoic
 
 

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 I pray, the only prayer
   That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
   And give me liberty!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
   'Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul,
   With courage to endure.

 

 

 

Today's poem is in the public domain.

About This Poem
"The Old Stoic" appeared in a volume of poetry compiled by the Brontë sisters--Charlotte, Emily, and Anne--and published in 1846. They wrote under masculine pseudonyms based on their real initials, calling their book Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.
Poetry by Brontë

(Everyman's Library, 1996)

  

 

 

 

 

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July 14, 2013

Emily Brontë was born on July 30, 1818, in Thornton, England. She is best known for her only novel Wuthering Heights, widely considered one of the greatest in the English language. Brontë died in 1848.
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