Christmas Eve

Max Nicoll ‏     

Christmas Eve in Haworth

Music On Christmas Morning - Poem by Anne Bronte

Music I love--but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine--
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music KINDLY bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel's voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.

While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again
Resounding through the open sky,
That kindled such divine delight,
In those who watched their flocks by night.

With them I celebrate His birth--
Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
Good-will to men, and peace on earth,
To us a Saviour-king is given;
Our God is come to claim His own,
And Satan's power is overthrown!

A sinless God, for sinful men,
Descends to suffer and to bleed;
Hell MUST renounce its empire then;
The price is paid, the world is freed,
And Satan's self must now confess
That Christ has earned a RIGHT to bless:

Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,
And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:
The captive's galling bonds are riven,
For our Redeemer is our king;
And He that gave his blood for men
Will lead us home to God again.

kleurrijkbrontesisters  The Bronte Sisters and their Christmas holidays.

kleurrijkbrontesisters/christmas-holidays-of-year-1842

I think Charlotte would have been a champion tweeter.

What would the Brontës be like today - queens of social media, perhaps?

“Emily would have detested social media,” says Chloe. “She wouldn’t have adapted.

“I think Charlotte would have been a champion tweeter. Although I have a romantic attachment to Emily and her wildness, you have to admire Charlotte Brontë for her pragmatism, her foresight and determination to bring their voices to the world.” Read more: huffingtonpost

The 200th birthday of Branwell next year.

In an attempt to “get to know Branwell”, Simon Armitage, the Huddersfield-born poet and playwright, has been appointed as a creative partner to the Brontë Parsonage Museum and will help to spend a £97,702 Arts Council grant to celebrate the 200th birthday of Branwell next year, and that of Emily the year after.

The Parsonage Museum’s exhibition, curated by Armitage, is called Mansions in the Sky. It opens in February and will feature Branwell’s writings, drawings and possessions. thetimes

The Happy Cottagers - Poem by Patrick Branwell Bronte

The linnets sweetly sang
On every fragrant thorn,
Whilst from the tangled wood
The blackbirds hailed the morn;
And through the dew
Ran here and there,
But half afraid,
The startled hare.

Read all: poemhunter

Some of the reactions on the social media about 19-12-1848, the date Emily Bronte died.

Nick Holland:
On 19^th December 1848, Emily Brontë, in my opinion the author of the greatest novel ever written, died aged just thirty of tuberculosis. Emily can be a hard woman to pin down, incredibly shy and yet capable of incredibly powerful writing. A woman who shunned romance in real life, and whose most powerful love in life was for her sister Anne Brontë, and yet whose novel and poems are filled with romance. Read all: annebronte

    Brontë Parsonage       

December 19: in 1848, Emily Jane Brontë died in Haworth, aged 30. Her funeral card mistakenly stated she was 29.

The Brontë Society

A poem to mark the anniversary of Emily's death:

It was night and on the mountains
Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay
Streams and waterfalls and fountains...
Down in darkness stole away

Long ago the hopeless peasant
Left his sheep all buried there
Sheep that through the summer pleasant
He had watched with fondest care
Now no more a cheerful ranger
Following pathways known of yore
Sad he stood a wildered stranger
On his own unbounded moor

The History Press‏         

in 1848 writer Emily #Brontë died. she was a crack shot w/ a rifle? \\

The Long Victorian         

Emily Brontë died (1818-1848). “She burned too bright for this world.”

Oxford Classics ‏

#OnThisDay 1848: Emily Brontë dies of consumption at age 30, three months after having caught cold at her brother Branwell's funeral.

Write for Wellbeing  

That chainless soul, #EmilyBronte, died on this day 1848 age 30: “Riches I hold in light esteem,

Catherine Curzon ‏ 

Emily #Bronte's diary, 26th June 1837, showing her working alongside her sister, Anne. Emily died #onthisday in 1848. #twitterstorians

quickhistories ‏     

Today 1848: Emily Bronte died. Review of WH: "How a human being could have attempted such a book...without committing suicide..is a mystery"

@classicpenguins

‘She burned too bright for this world’ – Emily Brontë, WUTHERING HEIGHTS

    Órfhlaith Foyle‏        

Emily Bronté died today 19 December 1848 'I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.'

Ms. Hester  

Wuthering Heights still contains some of my most favorite romantic and gothic pieces

Write for Wellbeing   

That chainless soul, #EmilyBronte, died on this day 1848 age 30: “Riches I hold in light esteem,

“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.”
― Emily Brontë

La Caída   

Un día como hoy perdimos a la gran Emily Brontë.