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" Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do not rest in your narrow beds, allow me this faint happiness, or take me, as your companion, away from the joys of life. "
The Quarterly Review - Страница 379
1818
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The Quarterly Review, Том 18

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1818 - 574 страници
...glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy ; I exclaimed — " Wandering...your companion, away from the joys of life." ' As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of' a man, at some distance, advancing towards roe with superhuman...

The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of ..., Томове 1–2

1818 - 628 страници
...glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the cloud«. My heart, which was before sorrowful, wns swelled with something like joy ; I exclaimed, ' Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do •ot rest in year HSJTOW bed«, »Uow me As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man at...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 81

1818 - 638 страници
...shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which *u before sorrowful, was swelled with wmcthing like joy ; I exclaimed, * Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do ВД test in your narrow beds, allow me this faint happiness, or take me, a» your companion, away...

Frankenstein: or, The modern Prometheus

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 страници
...glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy ; I exclaimed — " Wandering...as your companion, away from the joys of life." As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman...

Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1869 - 200 страници
...before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy; I exclaimed — "Wandering spirits, if ye indeed wander, and do not rest in your narrow beds, allow...as your companion, away from the joys of life."/ As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman...

The London Quarterly Review, Том 18

1818 - 586 страници
...sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy ; j exclaimed — " Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander,...me, as your companion, away from the joys of life." over the crevices in the ice, among which 1 had walked with caution ; his stature also, as he approached,...

Frankenstein: or, the Modern Prometheus

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1891 - 348 страници
...glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy ; I exclaimed — " Wandering...as your companion, away from the joys of life." As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman...

The Quarterly Review, Том 18

1818 - 572 страници
...glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy ; I exclaimed — " Wandering...this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some disc, advancing towards me with superhuman speed. He bounded over the crevices in the ice, among which...

Frankenstein, Or the Modern Prometheus: The 1818 Text

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1982 - 338 страници
...ing peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy; I exclaimed — "Wandering...me, as your companion, away from the joys of life." 30 As I said this, I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with...
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The Endurance of Frankenstein: Essays on Mary Shelley's Novel

George Levine, U. C. Knoepflmacher - 1982 - 368 страници
...Mont Blanc; his heart once again opens to joy, and he exclaims, in the tones of the Ossianic bard, "Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do not...me, as your companion, away from the joys of life" (p. 98). Whereupon a superhuman shape comes bounding over the ice. It is, of course, no spirit of the...
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