Bronte, Emily - The Old Stoic
Type of Spiritual Experience
she was dying from TB.
A description of the experience
The Old Stoic
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
Through life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure.
The source of the experienceBronte, Emily
Concepts, symbols and science items
Activities and commonsteps
SuppressionsBelieving in the spiritual world
Squash the big I am
Emily Bronte - The Old Stoic