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Frankenstein: or, the Modern Prometheus - Страница 75
по Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1891 - 317 страници
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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
...struck ns the most on our perusal of it. The first is the account of the animation of the image. ' It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld...collected the instruments of life around me, that I might intuse a apark of being into the lifeless thing that lny at my feet. It was already one in the morning;...

Periodical Criticism, Том 2

Walter Scott - 1835 - 420 страници
...author. We shall give it at length, as an excellent specimen of the style and manner of the work. " It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld...toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, 1 collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless...

The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott: Biographical memoirs of ...

Walter Scott - 1838 - 1198 страници
...author. We shall give it at length, as an excellent specimen of the style and manner of the work. " It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld...being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. Il was already one in the morning ; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was...

A New Spirit of the Age, Том 1

Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 382 страници
...was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety thnt almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments...spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my foet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle...

A New Spirit of the Age, Том 2

Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 330 страници
...extravagance of the conception is rendered subservient to artistical effect : — " It was on a dreary nigbt of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my...almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments x>f life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet....

A New Spirit of the Age, Том 2

Richard H. Horne - 1844 - 392 страници
...which the extravagance of the conception is rendered subservient to artist ical effect: — " It wan on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With nn anxiety tliat nlmnSt amounted to agony, I collected the instrument! of life -iruninl me, that I...

Miscellaneous Prose Works, Том 18

Walter Scott - 1853 - 420 страници
...author. We shall give it at length, as an excellent specimen of the style and manner of the work. ** It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld...collected the instruments of life around me, that 1 might infuse a spark uf being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in...

Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History ..., Томове 5–6

Robert Chambers - 1880 - 824 страници
...the accomplishment of my toils. \\'itli an anxiety tint almost amounted to agony, I collected tin; instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of MtDg iuto the lifeless thing th;it lay at my feet. It was already one iu tho morning ; th-; ruin patted...

The London Quarterly Review, Том 18

1818 - 586 страници
...which struck us the most on ourperusal of it. The first is the account of the animation of the image. ' It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld...I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless tiling that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning ; the rain pattered dismally against...

Chats on Writers and Books, Том 2

John N. Crawford - 1903 - 432 страници
...being he had molded in accordance with his ideal of perfection. He says : " It was on a dreary night in November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils....lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one o'clock in the morning ; the rain pattered dismally against the window-panes and my candle was nearly...




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