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July 14, 2013 · 1:19 PM
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The Old Stoic
by Emily Brontë

 

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.

 

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.

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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