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  1. by Emily Brontë. The Night-Wind. Additional Information. Year Published: 1846. Language: English. Country of Origin: England. Source: Bronte, A., Bronte, C., and Bronte, E. (1846). Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. London, England: Aylott and Jones. Readability: Flesch–Kincaid Level: 8.0. Word Count: 425. Genre: Poetry. Keywords: death, life.

  2. Analysis (ai): The Night-Wind explores themes of human connection to nature and the transformative power of the wind. The poem begins with a peaceful summer night setting, but the wind brings a sense of both beauty and unease, whispering of the darkness and mystery of the woods.

  3. Ay--there it is! it wakes to-night Deep feelings I thought dead; Strong in the blast--quick gathering light--The heart's flame kindles red. "Now I can tell by thine altered cheek, And by thine eyes' full gaze, And by the words thou scarce dost speak, How wildly fancy plays. "Yes--I could swear that glorious wind Has swept the world aside,

  4. 23. März 2023 · THE NIGHT-WIND. In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through. Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing; The soft wind waved my hair; It told me heaven was glorious, And sleeping earth was fair. I needed not its breathing. To bring such thoughts to me; But still it whispered lowly,

  5. The Night - Wind. In summer’s mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through. Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing; The soft wind waved my hair; It told me heaven was glorious, And sleeping earth was fair.

  6. 13. Mai 2011 · Read, review and discuss the The Night - Wind poem by Emily Jane Brontë on Poetry.com.

  7. emilyspoetryblog.com › 2013/03/03 › the-night-wind-by-emily-bronte‘The Night-Wind’ by Emily Bronte

    3. März 2013 · Emily Bronte. ‘The Night-Wind’ by Emily Bronte. In summer’s mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through. Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat in silent musing, The soft wind waved my hair: It told me Heaven was glorious, And sleeping Earth was fair. I needed not its breathing. To bring such thoughts to me,