Comparing the Novels of
Emily and Charlotte Brontë
by R.E. Slater & ChatGPT-5
I was wondering the other day whether between the Brontë novels of Wuthering Heights by Emily, or Jane Eyre by her older sister Charlotte, which novel is the more raw, the more emotive, the more emotionally torn? Let's begin with a general introduction, a few of their poems, some helpful references, and finally, a few observations to see if we can answer this query.
R.E. Slater
Charlotte, Anne & Emily Brontë -
Walking in the footsteps of the Brontë Sisters
by MemorySeekers
Lawrence Olivier & Merle Oberon
Wuthering Heights (1939)
Jane Eyre (1943)
Orson Welles, Joan Fontaine
| Painting of the Brontë Sisters by their brother Branwell Brontë |
The brother, Branwell Brontë, painted his three Sisters, who are, from left to right: Anne, Emily and Charlotte Brontë. Branwell painted himself out of this portrait. The National Portrait Gallery, London.
References
Emily Brontë - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Bront%C3%AB
- Wuthering Heights - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wuthering_Heights
Charlotte Brontë - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlotte_Bront%C3%AB
- Jane Eyre - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Eyre
Select Poems
No Coward Soul Is Mine
(1846)
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?
No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given -
All my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.
by Emily Brontë
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!
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!
*The poem, written shortly before Emily’s death, is an astonishing assertion of raw, defiant inner strength - the same elemental force that animates her novel, Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff and Catherine are not sentimental lovers; they are cosmic presences, “undying life” entwined beyond mortality. The God within her breast mirrors the novel’s wild spirituality, its refusal to be tamed.
Remembrance
(1845)
by Emily Brontë
Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?
No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given -
All my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.
*This is the emotional shadow of Catherine and Heathcliff. The imagery of snow, distance, eternal grief, and undying love which perfectly embodies Heathcliff’s obsessive mourning. Wuthering Heights is less about romantic fulfillment than it is about eternal, haunted attachment. “Remembrance” is to Wuthering Heights what a cold wind is to the moors - eternal, echoing, unrelenting.
Life
(1846)
by Charlotte Brontë
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
*Unlike Emily’s tempest, Charlotte’s verse carries hope through suffering. Her novel, Jane Eyre, is marked by a myriad of personal sufferings and trials - orphanhood, betrayal, and loss - yet Jane chooses moral resilience over despair. “The shower will make the roses bloom” captures her inner steadfastness and capacity for growth through hardship.
The Teacher’s Monologue
(excerpt)
by Charlotte Brontë
I dreamed once more - for I had dreamed in youth,
Of something which a word of mine might do;
Of hopes which, being once my own, had fled,
But, lingering, left behind them joy or pain -
The fevered pulse of a too burning brain.
I dreamed once more - for I had dreamed in youth,
Of something which a word of mine might do;
Of hopes which, being once my own, had fled,
But, lingering, left behind them joy or pain -
The fevered pulse of a too burning brain.
I dreamed of love; it was a passionate thought,
And yet it was a soft one…
And yet it was a soft one…
*This lesser-known poem mirrors Jane’s inner longing - restrained, intelligent, and moral, yet deeply passionate. Charlotte writes of love as a private fire, not an inner, violent storm: something deeply felt within, yet never allowed to consume the self entirely. This quiet, steady burn is exactly the energy of Jane’s expressed voice - self-respecting, yearning, resilient.
Public Comments
- "For me, Wuthering Heights is by far the best. I expected Jane Eyre to be better since it's so well known, but to be honest I found it quite boring. On the contrary, I expected Wuthering Heights to be a regular love story, but it absolutely amazed me. I definitely did not expect what I read. It is now my favourite book. It is incomparable to Jane Eyre for me." - Anon (found on Reddit)
- "I don't know why but I have a feeling that people get turned off by depressing books and that is the reason that Wuthering Heights is under-appreciated by so many people. The story is compelling because of its negativities. The evil that floats in the book actually resembles the evil in all of us. It is there and we ignore it. But when we have to read something that tells us more about it, we don't like it. The characters in Wuthering Heights are original because Emily has portrayed them in such a way that they have nothing to hide from the audience. She has bared the truth of humanity in every single of them. These characters, if looked closely can be related to so many people in our lives that it's not funny. By no means am I implying that Jane Eyre doesn't do the same or is not worthy. It is a very good read and has it's own redeeming qualities. However, Wuthering Heights is the one that is out for my heart." - Yukti (Goodreads)
Opening Statement
The novels, Wuthering Heights (1847), by Emily Bronte, and Jane Eyre (1847), by Charlotte Bronte, each stand as emotional opposites, forged in the same furnace but tempered very differently from one another. Here are four qualities which may help measure the differences.