 Ye spirits of storm, receive me! ye powers of destruction, open wide your arms, and clasp me for ever! if a kinder power have not decreed another end, so that after long endurance I may reap my reward, and again feel my heart beat near the heart of another...  The last man, by the author of Frankenstein - Стр. 228авторы: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1826Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833 - Страниц: 214
...— to the settled borne and succession of monotonous days, farewell ! Peril will now be mine ; and I hail her as a friend — death will perpetually cross...till losing. sight of forgotten Carthage and deserted Lybia, I should reach the pillars of Hercules. And then — no matter where — the oozy caves, and... | |
 | Mary Shelley - 1996 - Страниц: 476
...succession of monotonous days, farewell! Peril will now be mine; and I hail her as a friend—death will perpetually cross my path, and I will meet him...till losing sight of forgotten Carthage and deserted Lybia, I should reach the pillars of Hercules. And then—no matter where—the oozy caves, and soundless... | |
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...life - to the settled home and succession of monotonous days, farewell! Peril will now be mine; and I hail her as a friend - death will perpetually cross...till losing sight of forgotten Carthage and deserted Lybia, I should reach the pillars of Hercules. And then - no matter where - the oozy caves, and soundless... | |
 | Mary Shelley - 2015 - Страниц: 530
...now be mine; and I hail her as a friend - death will perpetually cross my path, and I will meet 512 him as a benefactor; hardship, inclement weather,...Cyclades. I would avoid Constantinople, the sight of 513 whose well-known towers and inlets belonged to another state of existence from my present one;... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2017 - Страниц: 434
...Tiber, the road which is spread by nature's own hand, threading her continent, was at my feet, and 417 many a boat was tethered to the banks. I would with...till losing sight of forgotten Carthage and deserted Lybia, I should reach the pillars of Hercules. And then no matter where - the oozy caves, and soundless... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1983 - Страниц: 498
...with a few books, provisions, and my dog, embark in one of these and float down the current of the 489 stream into the sea; and then, keeping near land,...till losing sight of forgotten Carthage and deserted Lybia, I should reach the pillars of Hercules. And then - no matter where - the oozy caves, and soundless... | |
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