 I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change,...  Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus - Síða 35eftir Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1869 - 177 síðurHeildartexta - Um bókina
 | 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 síður
...features appeared to change, nnd I thought that I held the corpse of ray dead mother in my arms; a shrowd enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling...every limb became convulsed ; when, by the dim and yeUow light of the moon, us it forced its way through the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch —... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 síður
...livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped...light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 420 síður
...livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave* worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 464 síður
...livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her...its way through the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 420 síður
...livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the graveworms crawling io the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew covered my forehead,... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1888 - 328 síður
...livid with the hue of deatli ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-' worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew... | |
 | Margaret Armour - 1898 - 222 síður
...livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped...light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 704 síður
...moments of repose. But it was in vain ; I slept indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew covered...light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable Monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 554 síður
...livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 432 síður
...livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror ; a cold dew... | |
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