Книга · Frankenstein
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Автор: Mary Shelley
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And where does he now exist? Is this gentle and lovely being lost
for ever? Has this mind, so replete with ideas, imaginations
fanciful and magnificent, which formed a world, whose existence
depended on the life of its creator;-has this mind perished? Does
it now only exist in my memory? No, it is not thus; your form so
divinely wrought, and beaming with beauty, has decayed, but your
spirit still visits and consoles your unhappy friend.
Pardon this gush of sorrow; these ineffectual words are but a
slight tribute to the unexampled worth of Henry, but they soothe
my heart, overflowing with the anguish which his remembrance
creates. I will proceed with my tale.
Beyond Cologne we descended to the plains of Holland; and we
resolved to post the remainder of our way, for the wind was
contrary and the stream of the river was too gentle to aid us.
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