Lingue

Tastiera

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Autore: Mary Shelley

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The triumph of my enemy increased with the difficulty of my
labours. One inscription that he left was in these words:
"Prepare! Your toils only begin; wrap yourself in furs and
provide food, for we shall soon enter upon a journey where your
sufferings will satisfy my everlasting hatred."
My courage and perseverance were invigorated by these scoffing
words; I resolved not to fail in my purpose, and calling on
Heaven to support me, I continued with unabated fervour to
traverse immense deserts, until the ocean appeared at a distance
and formed the utmost boundary of the horizon. Oh! How unlike it
was to the blue seasons of the south! Covered with ice, it was
only to be distinguished from land by its superior wildness and
ruggedness. The Greeks wept for joy when they beheld the
Mediterranean from the hills of Asia, and hailed with rapture the
boundary of their toils. I did not weep, but I knelt down and
with a full heart thanked my guiding spirit for conducting me in
safety to the place where I hoped, notwithstanding my adversary's
gibe, to meet and grapple with him.

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