 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding-places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the...lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnatural... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1869 - 200 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding-places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the...lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnatural... | |
 | William James Dawson, Coningsby Dawson - 1911 - 366 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding-places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the...lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnatural... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1982 - 338 страници
...30 nature to her hiding places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the...a resistless, and almost frantic impulse, urged me for- 35 ward; I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but... | |
 | George Levine, U. C. Knoepflmacher - 1982 - 368 страници
...suffered: I pursued my undertaking with unremitting ardour. My cheek had grown pale with study. ... A resistless, and almost frantic impulse, urged me...lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. . . . My father . . . was justified in conceiving that I should not be altogether free from blame.... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Mary Shelley - 1993 - 212 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding-places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the...and my eyes swim with the remembrance; but then a resisdess, and almost frantic, impulse urged me forward; I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation... | |
 | Johannes Cremerius - 1995 - 322 страници
...dedicated myself [...] with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places [...] a resistless, and almost frantic, impulse urged me...lost all soul or Sensation but for this one pursuit [...] The summer months passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit [...] I could... | |
 | Patricia McKee - 1997 - 258 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my sectet toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay?... I collected bones from charnel-houses and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous sectets of... | |
 | Patricia McKee - 1997 - 258 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? ... I collected bones from charnel-houses and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets... | |
 | Mary Shelley - 2001 - 228 страници
...pursued nature to her hiding-places. Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the...lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnatural... | |
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Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled* among the unhallowed* damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? 
