Nestled between green rolling hills, exposed to the ire of howling gales, rises the desolate manor house surrounded by bare and barren dales.
Tag: Wuthering Heights
The Brontë country
“ The landscape was mostly barren except for the lonesome figure of a dying tree which formed a silhouette with one of its eerie branches reaching up to the sun. This scene resonated the grim and brooding atmosphere of Wuthering Heights and I was half expecting to find Cathy and Heathcliff engaged in one of their secret meetings. ”
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