Riches, I hold in light esteem. And love, I laugh to scorn. And lust of fame was but a dream.
That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer. That moves my lips for me,
Is “Leave the heart that now I bear, and give me liverty.”
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, “Tis all that I implore – Through life and death,
a chainless soul. With courage to endure! ” Emily is still here in Haworth, the north country
of England. Just 4 hours from London. Hoping to spend the day at there , taking Bronte seat,
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It’s better to visit Southwest of England, They say “Land’s End”. I f you have a chance to get there,
The most famous open-air theatre, You should visit. That’s The Minack Theatre is, in Penzance.
In fact, it was just under eighty years ago that there was nothing there except a sloping gully of gorse
and heather and below that, the sea of the Atlantic Ocean. Miss Cade was the senior trustee.
Much of her life’s work had been dedicated to creating, building, carving and caring for “My beloved theatre”.
at there , if you could get a time travel ticket to the year of 1900. You’re really lucky to have the round ticket
between the year of 1818 and 1912, You might have a chance to meet with Heathcliff and Catherine also.
They haven’t aged a bit, I presume. But they have become more forgetful because of their ages.
In any case, I don’t know about ancient times, but no one will believe such a superstition today.
Simply because, we rarely come across such a case. That was why I did not want to tell. So what?
I could swear, I have met them somewhere before. It’s real, not imaginary.