... first I thought only to speak of plague, of death, and last, of desertion; but I lingered fondly on my early years, and recorded with sacred zeal the virtues of my companions. They have been with me during the fulfilment of my task. I have brought... The last man, by the author of Frankenstein - Стр. 225авторы: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1826Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833 - Страниц: 214
...during the fulfilment of my task. I have brought it to an end — I lift my eyes from my paper — again they are lost to me. Again I feel that I am alone....has passed ; and I no longer guess at my state or my prospects — loneliness is my familiar, sorrow my inseparable companion. I have endeavored to brave... | |
| Mary Shelley - 1996 - Страниц: 476
...unknown country? I will write and leave in this most ancient city, this "world's sole monument," " 6 a record of these things. I will leave a monument...prospects—loneliness is my familiar, sorrow my inseparable com115 The phrase "Illustrious Dead" ironically echoes Godwin's scheme to immortalize the dead in Essays... | |
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2015 - Страниц: 394
...during the fulfilment of my task. I have brought it to an end - I lift my eyes from my paper - again they are lost to me. Again I feel that I am alone....has passed; and I no longer guess at my state or my prospects - loneliness is my familiar, sorrow my inseparable companion. I have endeavoured to brave... | |
| Mary Shelley - 2015 - Страниц: 530
...during the fulfilment of my task. I have brought it to an end - I lift my eyes from my paper - again they are lost to me. Again I feel that I am alone....year has passed; and I no longer guess at my state 508 or my prospects - loneliness is my familiar, sorrow my inseparable companion. I have endeavoured... | |
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1983 - Страниц: 498
...during the fulfilment of my task. I have brought it to an end - I lift my eyes from my paper - again they are lost to me. Again I feel that I am alone. 482 A year has passed since I have been thus occupied. The seasons have made their wonted round, and... | |
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