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Frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus - Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft ยท 64 words
We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wandring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same. for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Mans yesterday may neer be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability.
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