“ In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath. ”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847). copy citation
| Author | Emily Brontë |
|---|---|
| Source | Wuthering Heights |
| Topic | nature seasons |
| Date | 1847 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/768/768-h/768-h.htm |
Context
“It was sweet, warm weather—too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below: had I seen it nearer August, I'm sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its solitudes. In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath.
I reached the Grange before sunset, and knocked for admittance; but the family had retreated into the back premises, I judged, by one thin, blue wreath, curling from the kitchen chimney, and they did not hear.” source
I reached the Grange before sunset, and knocked for admittance; but the family had retreated into the back premises, I judged, by one thin, blue wreath, curling from the kitchen chimney, and they did not hear.” source
