Tag: Mary Shelley

Mary Shelley – Valperga

THE other nations of Europe were yet immersed in barbarism, when Italy, where the light of civilization had never been wholly eclipsed, began to emerge from the darkness of the ruin of the Western Empire, and to catch from the East the returning rays of literature and science. At the beginning of the fourteenth century […]

Mary Shelley – The Mortal Immortal

July 16, 1833.—This is a memorable anniversary for me; on it I complete my three hundred and twenty-third year! The Wandering Jew?—certainly not. More than eighteen centuries have passed over his head. In comparison with him, I am a very young Immortal. Am I, then, immortal? This is a question which I have asked myself, […]

Mary Shelley – The Last Man

I am the native of a sea-surrounded nook, a cloud-enshadowed land, which, when the surface of the globe, with its shoreless ocean and trackless continents, presents itself to my mind, appears only as an inconsiderable speck in the immense whole; and yet, when balanced in the scale of mental power, far outweighed countries of larger […]

Mary Shelley – The Invisible Girl

This slender narrative has no pretensions o the regularity of a story, or the development of situations and feelings; it is but a slight sketch, delivered nearly as it was narrated to me by one of the humblest of the actors concerned: nor will I spin out a circumstance interesting principally from its singularity and […]

Mary Shelley – The Heir of Mondolfo

In the beautiful and wild country near Sorrento, in the Kingdom of Naples, at the time it was governed by monarchs of the house of Anjou, there lived a territorial noble, whose wealth and power overbalanced that of the neighboring nobles. His castle, itself a stronghold, was built on a rocky eminence, toppling over the […]

Mary Shelley – The Fortunes of Perkin Warbeck

He seemed breathless, heartless, faint and wan. And all his armour sprinkled was with blood. And soiled with dirty gore, that no man can Discern the hue thereof. He never stood. But bent his hasty course towards the idle flood. —Spenser. After a long series of civil dissension—after many battles, whose issue involved the fate […]

Mary Shelley – The Dream

The time of the occurrence of the little legend about to be narrated, was that of the commencement of the reign of Henry IV of France, whose accession and conversion, while they brought peace to the kingdom whose throne he ascended, were inadequate to heal the deep wounds mutually inflicted by the inimical parties. Private […]

Mary Shelley – Mathilda

Of all the novels and stories which Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley left in manuscript, [1] only one novelette, Mathilda, is complete. It exists in both rough draft and final copy. In this story, as in all Mary Shelley’s writing, there is much that is autobiographical: it would be hard to find a more selfrevealing work. For […]

Mary Shelley – Lodore

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear. A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear. —Pope. In the flattest and least agreeable part of the county of Essex, about five miles from the sea, is situated a village or small town, which may be known in these pages by the name of […]

Mary Shelley – Falkner

The opening scene of this tale took place in a little village on the southern coast of Cornwall. Treby (by that name we choose to designate a spot, whose true one, for several reasons, will not be given,) was, indeed, rather a hamlet than a village, although, being at the sea-side, there were two or […]

Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

To Mrs. Saville, England St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17— You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success […]

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