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  • Narrative Poetry Re: Priceless

    Thank you Snoink :) The stanza in the echoing hall is portraying the contrast between the wealth of various countries; in more developed countries, it is easy for people to ...

    Mar 30, 2010
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Priceless

    She runs through the mud on the stagnant breeze that drags the wavering heat, along with the harsh suffering, and as she passes the ramshackle huts, cries of childbirth trickle ...

    Mar 29, 2010


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