The narrative compares love to a wild rose bush and friendship to a holly tree. As the title states, this poem is about love and friendship. One may also ask, what does blights thy brow mean? That, when December blights thy brow, He may still leave thy garland green.
She then compares friendship to a holly tree, which is “dark when the rose-briar blooms.” During times of romance, she is saying, friendships fall to the wayside, and love takes over all feelings and emotions – “its summer blossoms scent the air.”
While love is beautiful, it can also bring pain. People also ask, what does the poem love and friendship by Emily Bronte mean? Seasons: Brontë uses the seasons to represent different times in both friendship and love. The charms of friendship I admired, My soul was with new beauty fired I then made one in friendship's train, But destitute of love, complain.Friendship: On the other hand, Brontë suggests that friendship is steady and constant and able to sustain all difficulties. But friendship then, celestial maid, From heaven descended to my aid Less lively than the amorous flame, Although her tenderness the same. 'Twas thus those pleasures I lamented, Which I so oft in youth repented My soul replete with soft desire, Vainly regretted youthful fire. Will you forever from me fly, And must I joyless, friendless die? No mortal e'er resigns his breath I see, without a double death Who loves, and is beloved no more, His hapless fate may well deplore Life's loss may easily be borne, Of love bereft man is forlorn.
You sweet delusions of my mind, Still to my ruling passion kind, Which always brought a sure relief To life's accurst companion, grief. Let sprightly youth its follies gay, Its follies amiable display Life to two moments is confined, Let one to wisdom be consigned. From such austerity exact, Let's, if we can, some good extract Whose way of thinking with this age Suits not, can ne'er be deemed a sage.
If you would have me love once more, The blissful age of love restore From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares, Relentless time, who no man spares, Urges me quickly to retire, And no more to such bliss aspire.
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