Frankenstein: or, The modern PrometheusG. and W.G. Whittaker,., 1823 |
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... tears , and , throwing her- self at his feet , entreated him to spare her , confessing at the same time that she loved another , but that he was poor , and that her father would never consent to the union . My generous friend re ...
... tears , and , throwing her- self at his feet , entreated him to spare her , confessing at the same time that she loved another , but that he was poor , and that her father would never consent to the union . My generous friend re ...
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... cul- tivated understanding . We sat late , listening to his com- plaints , and making many little ar- rangements for the future . The next Tears morning early I departed . gushed from the eyes 66 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR , V.
... cul- tivated understanding . We sat late , listening to his com- plaints , and making many little ar- rangements for the future . The next Tears morning early I departed . gushed from the eyes 66 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR , V.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Tears morning early I departed . gushed from the eyes of Elizabeth ; they proceeded partly from sorrow at my departure , and partly because she reflected that the same journey was to have taken place three ...
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Tears morning early I departed . gushed from the eyes of Elizabeth ; they proceeded partly from sorrow at my departure , and partly because she reflected that the same journey was to have taken place three ...
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... tear my thoughts from my employment , loathsome in itself , but which had taken an irresistible hold of my imagination . I wished , as it were , to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object ...
... tear my thoughts from my employment , loathsome in itself , but which had taken an irresistible hold of my imagination . I wished , as it were , to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object ...
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... tears already flow . est cousin . 66 Adieu , my dear- “ ELIZABETH LAVENZA . Geneva , March 18th , 17— . ” " Dear , dear Elizabeth ! " I exclaim- ed when I had read her letter , " I will write instantly , and relieve them from the ...
... tears already flow . est cousin . 66 Adieu , my dear- “ ELIZABETH LAVENZA . Geneva , March 18th , 17— . ” " Dear , dear Elizabeth ! " I exclaim- ed when I had read her letter , " I will write instantly , and relieve them from the ...
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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?