A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession, seldom favour even singly, our wave- girt land. It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion.
I campi intorno a Thornfield erano verdi e falciati, bianchi i sentieri per la polvere, gli alberi erano in tutto il loro splendore, le siepi e i boschi folti di fogliame e scuri, contrastavano con l'erba fresca e chiara dei prati.