Created by Brianna McCarthy
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Question | Answer |
Frankenstein: Imagination | - lightning symbolises the imagination - characteristics being powerful, destructive and dangerous -"It was not splintered by the shock, but entirely reduced to thin ribbons of wood. I had never beheld anything so destroyed" - "But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul" |
Lime Tree Bower My Prison: Imagination | "Well they are all gone and here I remain/ this lime tree bower my prison!" - tone of self pitty and sorrow "Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds/ that all at once (a most fantastic sight) - tone of ecstasy and bliss or awe |
Bright Star: Imagination | "The moving waters in their priest-like task/ of pure abultion around the earth's human shores" The persona has an imagination powerful enough to move their perspective to one outside of the earth and is able to experience it's wonder |
Frankenstein: The individual | The monster grows up alone, becomes self aware, critical and develops a twisted set of morals "I was unformed in mind; I was dependant on none and related to none" "I am solitary and abhored" |
Coleridge: the Individual | "Have left me to my solitude, which suits/ abstruser musings" |
Frankenstein: Childhood | A strange multiplicity of senses seized me... I felt light, and hunger, and thirst and darkness... The only object that I could distinguish was the bright moon and I fixed my eye on that with pleasure" |
Frost at Midnight: Childhood | Thou my babe shall wonder like a breeze/.../ so thou shalt hear/ the lovely shapes and sounds intelligible/ to the eternal language/ which thy god speaks" |
Frankenstein: Nature | my health and spirits had long been restored, and they gained additional strength from the salubrious air I breathed - restorative and therapetic |
Frost at Midnight: Nature | "Thou my babe shall wonder like a breeze/.../ so thou shalt hear/ the lovely shapes and sounds intelligible/ to the eternal language/ which thy god speaks" |
Lime tree bower: Nature | Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun |
Bright Star: Nature | Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors |
Frankenstein: Freedom | explores the mysterious, horrific and scientific Beautiful! ... but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips |
Frankenstein: Nature to set mood and symbolism | It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs |
Freedom: Frost at Midnight | the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. |
Frankenstein: Emotion | With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, ... I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out |
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