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Emily Jane Brontë /ˈɛməli d͡ʒeɪn ˈbɹɒnteɪ/, est une poétesse et romancière britannique, sœur de Charlotte Brontë et d'Anne Brontë. Les Hauts de Hurlevent , son unique roman, est considéré comme un classique de la littérature anglaise et mondiale.

Très proche de sa sœur Anne, au point qu'on les a comparées à des jumelles, elle participe avec elle au cycle du Gondal. Emily est l'autrice de nombreux poèmes de grande qualité, dont une part importante a été écrite dans le cadre du Gondal. Wikipedia  

✵ 30. juillet 1818 – 19. décembre 1848   •   Autres noms Emily Bronteová, ಎಮಿಲಿ ಜೇನ್ ಬ್ರಾಂಟೆ
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“De quoi que soient faites nos âmes, la sienne et la mienne sont pareilles.”

LES HAUTS DE HURLEVENT
Variante: De quoi que soient faites nos âmes, la sienne et la mienne sont pareilles

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“Je viens de rentrer après une visite à mon propriétaire, l’unique voisin dont j’ai à m’inquiéter. En vérité, ce pays-ci est merveilleux! Je ne crois pas que j’eusse pu trouver, dans toute l’Angleterre, un endroit plus complètement à l’écart de l’agitation mondaine. Un vrai paradis pour un misanthrope : et Mr Heathcliff et moi sommes si bien faits pour nous partager ce désert!”

1801.
1801 — I have just returned from a visit to my landlord — the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven — and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.
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Les Hauts de Hurlevent (1847)

Emily Brontë: Citations en anglais

“Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels —
Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found;
Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound —”

The Prisoner (October 1845)
Contexte: p>But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends;
The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends
Mute music sooths my breast — unuttered harmony
That I could never dream till earth was lost to me.Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels —
Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found;
Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound — O, dreadful is the check — intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless;
And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine
If it but herald Death, the vision is divine —</p

“O, dreadful is the check — intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.”

The Prisoner (October 1845)
Contexte: p>But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends;
The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends
Mute music sooths my breast — unuttered harmony
That I could never dream till earth was lost to me.Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels —
Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found;
Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound — O, dreadful is the check — intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless;
And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine
If it but herald Death, the vision is divine —</p

“Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain”

No Coward Soul Is Mine (1846)
Contexte: p>No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life — that in me has rest,
As I — undying Life — have power in Thee!Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...</p

“I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn”

I Am the Only Being (1836)
Contexte: I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure — secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day

“He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. IX).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
Contexte: I can not express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of creation if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself - but as my own being; so, don't talk of our separation again - it is impracticable.

“A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Nelly Dean (Ch. VII).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)

“I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. XV).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
Contexte: The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired, tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

“You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. IX).
Wuthering Heights (1847)
Contexte: I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

“I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Mr. Lockwood (Ch. III).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)

“Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors. I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed?”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. XII).
Variante: I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)

“Existence, after losing her, would be hell”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

“How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.”

Emily Brontë livre Les Hauts de Hurlevent

Source: Wuthering Heights

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