Tuesday, December 31, 2002

At Castle Wood Comments

Rating: 3.3

The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.
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Emily Jane Brontë
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Savita Tyagi 07 May 2019

Night of despair so well expressed.

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Mirela Athanas 07 May 2019

" Unwept - for let the body go" .. very sad poem, masterly expressed by Emily as only she could...

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 May 2019

great poem indeed. tony

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Alouwou Mandjah 07 May 2019

congratulations Emily Jane Brontë

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Varsha M 07 May 2019

So well writter about the lone journey. Every word has to speak and describe the minute emotions it holds within itself. Lovely and beautiful.

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Nudershada Cabanes 07 May 2019

Poignantly beautiful. A reader can feel the anguish and sentiment in this poem.

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 May 2019

at castle wood the lonely mind feels the around amazingly; superb poetic expression

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Ratnakar Mandlik 08 May 2017

The pathetic state of mind of a person in depression skillfully portrayed and it's quite touching.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 08 May 2017

Life's hard task...... thanks for posting.......

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Kayode Are 08 May 2017

Verse drenched with overwhelming gloom.

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Glen Kappy 08 May 2017

this is smoothly written- in its rhyme and meter. if she's writing about herself, i don't know her life to understand But I was bred the mate of care, The foster-child of sore distress. It strikes me, though, that the overcast sky that broods over this poem is so characteristic of what went for literature in the late 19th and early 20th century, and that the brownings in poetry were an exception to this. gk

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Tom Allport 08 May 2017

a very sad poem of accepting ones fate with no light at the end of the tunnel? .................sorrowfully penned.

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Edward Kofi Louis 08 May 2017

The day is done! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rajnish Manga 08 May 2017

The poem reflects the state of mind when in despair. Very poignant portrayal. Thanks. No star will light my coming night; No morn of hope for me will shine;

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Emily Jane Brontë

Emily Jane Brontë

Thornton / Yorkshire
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