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  • Narrative Poetry Re: Alone Again

    It seems like there is a lot of feeling in this poem, and that's what i think is imortant. There were a few mistakes, but it's nothinig that a little ...

    Aug 19, 2008


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein