автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Mary Shelley

serpent to sting you,

Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid.

leisure for reflection

It sur­prised me, that what be­fore was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beau­ti­ful flowers and ver­dure

What a glor­i­ous creature must he have been in the days of his prosper­ity, when he is thus noble and god­like in ruin!

fore­bod­ings

His tale and the feelings he now expressed proved him to be a creature of fine sensations,

Urged by this impulse

These motives urged me to comply with his demand

I was partly urged by curiosity