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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Danyon Dehlmari" data-source="post: 400469" data-attributes="member: 7942"> "I am the only being whose doom..." -By Emily Jane Bronte I am the only being whose doomNo tongue would ask no eye would mournI never caused a thought of gloomA smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - secret tearsThis changeful life has slipped awayAs friendless after eighteen yearsAs lone as on my natal day There have been times I cannot hideThere have been times when this was drearWhen my sad soul forgot its prideAnd longed for one to love me here But those were in the early glowOf feelings since subdued by careAnd they have died so long agoI hardly now believe they were First melted off the hope of youthThen Fancy's rainbow fast withdrewAnd then experience told me truthIn mortal bosoms never grew 'Twas grief enough to think mankindAll hollow servile insincere -But worse to trust to my own mindAnd find the same corruption there Honour's Martyr by: Emily Jane Brontë The moon is full this winter night;The stars are clear, though few;And every window glistens bright,With leaves of frozen dew. The sweet moon through your lattice gleamsAnd lights your room like day;And there you pass, in happy dreams,The peaceful hours away! While I, with effort hardly quellingThe anguish in my breast,Wander about the silent dwelling,And cannot think of rest. The old clock in the gloomy hallTicks on, from hour to hour;And every time its measured callSeems lingering slow and slower: And oh, how slow that keen-eyed starHas tracked the chilly grey!What, watching yet! how very farThe morning lies away! Without your chamber door I stand;Love, are you slumbering still?My cold heart, underneath my hand,Has almost ceased to thrill. Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,And drowns the turret bell,Whose sad note, undistinguished, diesUnheard, like my farewell! To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,And Hate will trample me,Will load me with a coward's shame?A traitor's perjury. False friends will launch their covert sneers;True friends will wish me dead;And I shall cause the bitterest tearsThat you have ever shed. The dark deeds of my outlawed raceWill then like virtues shine;And men will pardon their disgrace,Beside the guilt of mine. For, who forgives the accursed crimeOf dastard treachery?Rebellion, in its chosen time,May Freedom's champion be; Revenge may stain a righteous sword,It may be just to slay;But, traitor, traitor, from that wordAll true breasts shrink away! Oh, I would give my heart to death,To keep my honour fair;Yet, I'll not give my inward faithMy honour's name to spare! Not even to keep your priceless love,Dare I, Beloved, deceive;This treason should the future prove,Then, only then, believe! I know the path I ought to go;I follow fearlessly,Inquiring not what deeper woeStern duty stores for me. So foes pursue, and cold alliesMistrust me, every one:Let me be false in others' eyes,If faithful in my own.</blockquote>

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