Emily Bronte – The Old Stoic (Poem Summary)

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 meIs, "Leave the heart that now I bear,   And give me liberty!"Yes, as my swift days near their goal:   â€™Tis all that … Continue reading Emily Bronte – The Old Stoic (Poem Summary)