Preference. Currer Bell

Preference. Currer Bell

This novel is a coming-of-age story about a young girl who lives with her aunt and cousin on the Yorkshire moors. The narrative explores themes of isolation, nature, and the complexities of human relationships. The protagonist's interactions with those around her reveal her inner world and emotional struggles. Her experiences are marked by a sense of confinement and longing for freedom. Through her journey, the novel examines the tension between individual desire and societal expectations. The story is characterized by its poetic language and vivid descriptions of the natural landscape.

By Charlotte Brontë · First published 1859 · Genre: Classic Literature, Romance, Gothic fiction · 750 words

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Not in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love thee, Wert thou prince, and I a slave. These, then, are thine oaths of passion? This, thy tenderness for me? Judged, even, by thine own confession, Thou art steeped in perfidy. Having vanquished, thou wouldst leave me! Thus I read thee long ago; Therefore, dared I not deceive thee, Even with friendship's gentle show. Therefore, with impassive coldness Have I ever met thy gaze; Though, full oft, with daring boldness, Thou thine eyes to mine didst raise. Why that smile? Thou now art deeming This my coldness all untrue, -- But a mask of frozen seeming, Hiding secret fires from view. Touch my hand, thou self-deceiver; Nay-be calm, for I am so: Does it burn? Does my lip quiver? Has mine eye a troubled glow? Canst thou call a moment's colour To my forehead -- to my cheek? Canst thou tinge their tranquil pallor With one flattering, feverish streak? Am I marble? What! no woman Could so calm before thee stand? Nothing living, sentient, human, Could so coldly take thy hand? Yes -- a sister might, a mother: My good-will is sisterly: Dream not, then, I strive to smother Fires that inly burn for thee. Rave not, rage not, wrath is fruitless, Fury cannot change my mind; I but deem the feeling rootless Which so whirls in passion's wind. Can I love? Oh, deeply -- truly -- Warmly -- fondly -- but not thee; And my love is answered duly, With an equal energy. Wouldst thou see thy rival? Hasten, Draw that curtain soft aside, Look where yon thick branches chasten Noon, with shades of eventide. In that glade, where foliage blending Forms a green arch overhead, Sits thy rival, thoughtful bending O'er a stand with papers spread -- Motionless, his fingers plying That untired, unresting pen; Time and tide unnoticed flying, There he sits -- the first of men! Man of conscience -- man of reason; Stern, perchance, but ever just; Foe to falsehood, wrong, and treason, Honour's shield, and virtue's trust! Worker, thinker, firm defender Of Heaven's truth -- man's liberty; Soul of iron -- proof to slander, Rock where founders tyranny. Fame he seeks not -- but full surely She will seek him, in his home; This I know, and wait securely For the atoning hour to come. To that man my faith is given, Therefore, soldier, cease to sue; While God reigns in earth and heaven, I to him will still be true!

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romance · Victorian literature · gender roles · identity · social class · literary criticism · female empowerment · self-discovery · love · independence · family dynamics · friendship

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