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Page vii
... bestow the kiss of death on all the younger sons of his fated house , just when they reached the age of promise . His gigantic , shadowy form , clothed like the ghost in Hamlet , in com- plete armour , but with the beaver up , was seen ...
... bestow the kiss of death on all the younger sons of his fated house , just when they reached the age of promise . His gigantic , shadowy form , clothed like the ghost in Hamlet , in com- plete armour , but with the beaver up , was seen ...
Page 25
... bestowed the whole on his rival , together with the remains of his prize - money to purchase stock , and then himself solicited the young woman's father to consent to her marriage with her lover . But the old man decidedly refused ...
... bestowed the whole on his rival , together with the remains of his prize - money to purchase stock , and then himself solicited the young woman's father to consent to her marriage with her lover . But the old man decidedly refused ...
Page 43
... very mine of love to bestow them upon me . My mother's tender caresses , and my father's smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me , are my first recollections . I was their plaything and their idol THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 43.
... very mine of love to bestow them upon me . My mother's tender caresses , and my father's smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me , are my first recollections . I was their plaything and their idol THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 43.
Page 44
... bestowed on them by Heaven , whom to bring up to good , and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery , according as they fulfilled their duties towards me . With this deep consciousness of what they owed ...
... bestowed on them by Heaven , whom to bring up to good , and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery , according as they fulfilled their duties towards me . With this deep consciousness of what they owed ...
Page 47
... bestowed on her , I received as made to a possession of my own . We called each other familiarly by the name of cousin . No word , no expression could body forth the kind of relation in which she stood to me — my more than sister ...
... bestowed on her , I received as made to a possession of my own . We called each other familiarly by the name of cousin . No word , no expression could body forth the kind of relation in which she stood to me — my more than sister ...
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Page 132 - We rest — a dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise — one wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same ! — for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Page 75 - It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
Page 203 - 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 77 - I beheld the wretch— the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.
Page 62 - The ancient teachers of this science," said he, "promised impossibilities and performed nothing. The modern masters promise very little; they know that metals cannot be transmuted and that the elixir of life is a chimera 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 80 - I never learned Greek, and I don't find that I have ever missed it. I have had a doctor's cap and gown without Greek; I have ten thousand florins a year without Greek; I eat heartily without Greek; and in short, continued he, as I don't know Greek, I do not believe there is any good in it.
Page 190 - I am alone, and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects. This being you must create.
Page 75 - 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 x - He sleeps; but he is awakened; he opens his eyes; behold the horrid thing stands at his bedside, opening his curtains and looking on him with yellow, watery, but speculative eyes.
Page v - It is not singular that, as the daughter of two persons of distinguished literary celebrity, I should very early in life have thought of writing. As a child I scribbled; and my favourite pastime, during the hours given me for recreation, was to 'write stories'.