Hearth...

The house is old, the trees are bare,
And moonless bends the misty dome,
But what on earth is half so dear,
So longed for as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The garden walk with weeds o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!

Anne Bronte.



Art-Carlton Alfred Smith-The Three Sisters.

A Breezes Kiss..

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.

I love to make long walks with my head in the autumn wind..it always clears my mind..I need being alone from time to time as much as being with my loves ones..When there is no one at my side...when there's no one to take care for.. my spirit can run free..but after a while its asking me..ísn't it time to go home now..and see if everybody is OK..:))


I'm Happiest When Most Away


I'm happiest when most away

I can bear my soul from its home of clay

On a windy night when the moon is bright

And the eye can wander through worlds of light—



When I am not and none beside—

Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky—

But only spirit wandering wide

Through infinite immensity.


by
Emily Brontë




(I love these old movies..:)



Art-Breezes Kiss-Lionel Percy Smyth.

The Snow Storm

Spellbound
by Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.

painting~William Morris Hunt~The Snow Storm

Goodmorning..dear friend..

Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship is like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
~Emily Brontë

The human heart..

Evening Solace

THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die

Charlotte Brontë

illustration..gathering primroses Annie Henniker

A welcome to September...

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree”
Emily Bronte

The Tenants..

The photo is of North Lees Hall, in the Peak National Park. The building's most celebrated tenants were the Eyre family, who occupied the hall between 1750 and 1882It was Charlotte Bronte who, after a visit to North Lees Hall in 1845, brought the Eyre family name to public notice with the publication of her novel Jane Eyre.

'North Lees was built by Robert Eyre, who it is said had eleven sons, for each of whom he built a house, he himself residing at the Highlows (Highlow Hall, on the further side of Hathersage)...From this house Mr. Eyre could see all the residences of his eleven sons and tradition says that on certain signals from the flag staff being given he could command the attendance of any or all of his sons as he required them.'
When Charlotte visited the Eyre family at North Lees, the gothic atmosphere of the hall obviously fired her imagination. She took the name "Eyre" for her wilful heroine and described the hall in detail as "Thornfield", the home of her temperamental hero, Mr Rochester.


- " She led the way upstairs. The steps and banisters were of oak; the staircase window was high and latticed; both it and the long gallery into which the bedroom doors opened looked as if they belonged to a church rather than a house. A very chill and vault-like air pervaded the stairs and gallery, suggesting cheerless ideas of space and solitude; and I was glad, when finally ushered into my chamber, to find it of small dimensions, and furnished in ordinary, modern style."

Better then likely....

Papa," said the daughter, ''I've been writing a book."

"Have you, my dear."

"Yes, and l want you to read it."

"I am afraid, it will try my eyes too much."
"But it is not in manuscript; it is printed."
"My dear! you've never thought of the expense it will be! It will he almost sure to be a loss, for how can you get a book sold? No one knows you or your name."

"But, papa, l don't think it will be a loss; no more will you if you will let me read you a review or two, and tell you more about it."

She read him the reviews and left him "Jane Eyre." When he came down that evening to tea he said to his daughters:

"Girls, do you know Charlotte has been writing a book, and it is much better than likely!

Picture...A writers room..

Hot July day

He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."

Emily Bronte-Wuthering Heights

The Lovers-Renoir

The eyes of Emily

The author of Wuthering Heights: "Emily Brontë had by this time acquired a lithesome, graceful figure. She was the tallest person in the house, except her father. Her hair, which was naturally as beautiful as Charlotte's, was in the same unbecoming tight curl and frizz, and there was the same want of complexion. She had very beautiful eyes – kind, kindling, liquid eyes; but she did not often look at you; she was too reserved. Their colour might be said to be dark grey, at other times dark blue, they varied so. She talked very little. She and Anne were like twins – inseparable companions, and in the very closest sympathy, which never had any interruption.

Charlotte famously said of her sister:
Stronger than a man, simpler than a child, her nature stood alone."

(Picture-Emily B_a painting by Charlotte B,first published in the july 1894 issue of The woman at home._)

Pleasant

A Piece of my life: "Some people (if not all) must step out of their luxurious or comfortable lives and experience the life of another to truly understand their original lives or fulfill their purpose"

No..Its not jane,not Emily,not Charlotte....its Everly!

The pages are still blank,but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there,written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible......Vladimir Nabokov.

Painting- Henriette Browne-

Haunted Hall

The Bronte Way...........Gawthorpe Hall...is it haunted..It looks kind of spooky.Charlotte loved to visit this beautiful Elisabethan Gem...Take a walk with Charlotte at the bottom of this page..

I believe there is a thunderstorm coming ...can you hear it in de distance...