This omnibus collects in a single volume two novels that they published in 1847, each a tale of passionate romance and transformative personal experience. Jane Eyre At Thornfield Hall, where she takes employment as a governess, Jane Eyre finds fulfillment in her work, and the love of her life in her employer Edward Rochester. When a dark secret from Rochester’s past comes to light, Jane must make the most difficult decision of her life: to stay beside the man she loves regardless of the truth, or to embark upon a new life free of encumbrances of the past. Wuthering Heights From the moment of his adoption by the Earnshaws, the foundling boy Heathcliff devotes himself to their young daughter Catherine. Growing up together the two share a love that blossoms into romance, until Catherine’s hurtful betrayal. Embittered as an adult, Heathcliff vents his rage on his and Catherine’s heirs, manipulating their lives under the influence of a passion that has curdled into obsession.

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    The poem tells the story of an heroic princess who forswears the world of men and founds a women's university where men are forbidden to enter. The prince to whom she was betrothed in infancy enters the university with two friends, disguised as women students. They are discovered and flee, but eventually they fight a battle for the princess's hand. They lose and are wounded, but the women nurse the men back to health. Eventually the princess returns the prince's love.Excerpt from The Princess Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people; thither flock'd at noonHis tenants, wife and child, and thither halfThe neighboring borough with their Institute, Of which he was the patron. I was thereFrom college, visiting the son, -the sonA Walter too, -with others of our set, Five others: we were seven at Vivian-place. And me that morning Walter show'd the house, Greek, set with busts. From vases in the hallFlowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names, Grew side by side; and on the pavement layCarved stones of the Abbey-ruin in the park, Huge Ammonites, and the first bones of Time: And on the tables every clime and ageJumbled together; celts and calumets, Claymore and snow-shoe, toys in lava, fansOf sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, Laborious orient ivory sphere in sphere, The cursed Malayan crease, and battle-clubsFrom the isles of palm; and higher on the walls, Betwixt the monstrous horns of elk and deer, His own forefathers' arms and armor hung. And 'this, ' he said, 'was Hugh's at Agin-court;And that was old Sir Ralph's at Ascalon.A good knight he! we keep a chronicleWith all about him, '-which he brought, and IDived in a hoard of tales that dealt with knightsHalf-legend, half-historic, counts and kingsWho laid about them at their wills and died;And mixt with these a lady, one that arm'dHer own fair head, and sallying thro' the gate, Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls.