Frankenstein: or, The modern PrometheusG. and W.G. Whittaker,., 1823 |
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... hands . These tales excited in us a playful desire of imitation . Two other friends ( a tale from the pen of one of whom would be far more acceptable to the public than any thing I can ever hope to produce ) and myself agreed to write ...
... hands . These tales excited in us a playful desire of imitation . Two other friends ( a tale from the pen of one of whom would be far more acceptable to the public than any thing I can ever hope to produce ) and myself agreed to write ...
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... hand . We learned Latin and English , that we might read the writings in those languages ; and so far from study being made odious to us through punishment , we loved appli- cation , and our amusements would have been the labours of ...
... hand . We learned Latin and English , that we might read the writings in those languages ; and so far from study being made odious to us through punishment , we loved appli- cation , and our amusements would have been the labours of ...
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... - ble woman did not desert her . joined the hands of Elizabeth and myself : " My children , " she said , " my firmest hopes of future happiness were She placed on the prospect of your union . This expectation 62 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR ,
... - ble woman did not desert her . joined the hands of Elizabeth and myself : " My children , " she said , " my firmest hopes of future happiness were She placed on the prospect of your union . This expectation 62 FRANKENSTEIN ; OR ,
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... hand rent away some dear connexion ; and why should I describe a sorrow which all have felt , and must feel ? The time at length arrives , when grief is rather an indulgence than a ne- cessity ; and the smile that plays upon the lips ...
... hand rent away some dear connexion ; and why should I describe a sorrow which all have felt , and must feel ? The time at length arrives , when grief is rather an indulgence than a ne- cessity ; and the smile that plays upon the lips ...
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... metals cannot be transmuted , and that the elixir of life is a chi- mera . But these philosophers , whose hands seem only made to dabble in VOL . I. L dirt , and their eyes to pore over the microscope THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 73.
... metals cannot be transmuted , and that the elixir of life is a chi- mera . But these philosophers , whose hands seem only made to dabble in VOL . I. L dirt , and their eyes to pore over the microscope THE MODERN PROMETHEUS . 73.
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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?