Wuthering Heights

'One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house, and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily the architect had foresight to build it strong. The narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones.'
Wind and clouds in a view from the window of Wuthering Heights, as seen by the designer Celia Birtwell a new edition from White's Books Photograph: PR

'While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly.'
HarperCollins focus on the winding stair for the cover of their children's edition, but who does the white tulip stand for? Photograph: PR

'She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young grey-hound; and at first I found plenty of entertainment in listening to the larks singing far and near, and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine, and watching her, my pet and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creature, and an angel, in those days. It's a pity she could not be content.'
No golden ringlets from Oxford World Classics, but is this flame-haired beauty inspired by Cathy or Kate Bush? Photograph: PR

'Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks, till Christmas. By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often, in the interval, and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily: so that, instead of a wild, hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless, there lighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might sail in.'
A little more refinement from this Penguin Red Classics edition Photograph: PR

'It was a very dark evening for summer. '
The light fades on the cover of this Penguin Classics edition Photograph: PR

'I walked as if for a wager, mile after mile, till a turn brought me in view of the Heights; but no Catherine could I detect far or near.'
The house lowers at the top of the hill in this Wordsworth Classics edition Photograph: PR

'I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.'
The moor, the house, Cathy and Heathcliff all meet on the cover of this comic version of Wuthering Heights, first published in the 1940s Photograph: PR