1 Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment.
2 But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone.
3 The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
4 He endeavoured to soothe me as a nurse does a child and reverted to my tale as the effects of delirium.
5 Their melancholy is soothing, and their joy elevating, to a degree I never experienced in studying the authors of any other country.
6 Elizabeth alone had the power to draw me from these fits; her gentle voice would soothe me when transported by passion and inspire me with human feelings when sunk in torpor.
7 Company was irksome to me; when alone, I could fill my mind with the sights of heaven and earth; the voice of Henry soothed me, and I could thus cheat myself into a transitory peace.
8 When I thought of my friends, of the mild voice of De Lacey, the gentle eyes of Agatha, and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian, these thoughts vanished and a gush of tears somewhat soothed me.
9 Pardon this gush of sorrow; these ineffectual words are but a slight tribute to the unexampled worth of Henry, but they soothe my heart, overflowing with the anguish which his remembrance creates.
10 As the images that floated before me became more distinct, I grew feverish; a darkness pressed around me; no one was near me who soothed me with the gentle voice of love; no dear hand supported me.
11 But I enjoyed friends, dear not only through habit and association, but from their own merits; and wherever I am, the soothing voice of my Elizabeth and the conversation of Clerval will be ever whispered in my ear.