Frankenstein: or, The modern PrometheusG. and W.G. Whittaker,., 1823 |
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Page 135
... murdered ! " I will not attempt to console you ; but will simply relate the circum- stances of the transaction . " Last Thursday ( May 7th ) I , my niece , and your two brothers , went to walk in Plainpalais . The evening was warm and ...
... murdered ! " I will not attempt to console you ; but will simply relate the circum- stances of the transaction . " Last Thursday ( May 7th ) I , my niece , and your two brothers , went to walk in Plainpalais . The evening was warm and ...
Page 137
... murdered my darling infant ! ' " She fainted , and was restored with extreme difficulty . When she again lived , it was only to weep and sigh . She told me , that that same evening William had THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 137.
... murdered my darling infant ! ' " She fainted , and was restored with extreme difficulty . When she again lived , it was only to weep and sigh . She told me , that that same evening William had THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 137.
Page 145
... murdered . As I could not pass through the town , I was obliged to cross the lake in a boat to arrive at Plainpalais . During this short voyage I saw the lightnings playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures . The ...
... murdered . As I could not pass through the town , I was obliged to cross the lake in a boat to arrive at Plainpalais . During this short voyage I saw the lightnings playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures . The ...
Page 149
... murdered my brother ? No one can conceive the anguish I suffered during the remainder of the night , which I spent , cold and wet , in the open air . But I did not feel the inconvenience of the weather ; my ima- gination was busy in ...
... murdered my brother ? No one can conceive the anguish I suffered during the remainder of the night , which I spent , cold and wet , in the open air . But I did not feel the inconvenience of the weather ; my ima- gination was busy in ...
Page 154
... hope for doubt . But she will be tried to - day , and you will then hear all . " He related that , the morning on which the murder of poor William had been discovered , Justine had been taken ill , and confined 154 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR ,
... hope for doubt . But she will be tried to - day , and you will then hear all . " He related that , the morning on which the murder of poor William had been discovered , Justine had been taken ill , and confined 154 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR ,
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Page 88 - I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I F2 embraced her ; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.
Page 80 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 86 - I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open ; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom, with such infinite pains and care, I had endeavoured to form?
Page 85 - IT was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.
Page 220 - My imagination was vivid, yet my powers of analysis and application were intense ; by the union of these qualities I conceived the idea, and executed the creation of a man.
Page 201 - It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being: all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt, at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses.
Page 62 - But these philosophers, whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt, and their eyes to pore over the microscope or crucible, have indeed performed miracles. They penetrate into the recesses of nature and show how she works in her hiding-places.
Page 251 - I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly, and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.
Page 50 - my firmest hopes of future happiness were placed on the prospect of your union. This expectation will now be the consolation of your father. Elizabeth, my love, you must supply...
Page 247 - Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all human kind sinned against me? Why do you not hate Felix, who drove his friend from his door with contumely? Why do you not execrate the rustic who sought to destroy the saviour of his child?