1 Having conquered the violence of his feelings, he appeared to despise himself for being the slave of passion; and quelling the dark tyranny of despair, he led me again to converse concerning myself personally.
2 You have hope, and the world before you, and have no cause for despair.
3 But when he entered, misery and despair alone welcomed him.
4 His daughter attended him with the greatest tenderness, but she saw with despair that their little fund was rapidly decreasing and that there was no other prospect of support.
5 I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance.
6 Clerval, who had watched my countenance as I read this letter, was surprised to observe the despair that succeeded the joy I at first expressed on receiving new from my friends.
7 But I did not feel the inconvenience of the weather; my imagination was busy in scenes of evil and despair.
8 It was an historical subject, painted at my father's desire, and represented Caroline Beaufort in an agony of despair, kneeling by the coffin of her dead father.
9 I had before experienced sensations of horror, and I have endeavoured to bestow upon them adequate expressions, but words cannot convey an idea of the heart-sickening despair that I then endured.
10 Anguish and despair had penetrated into the core of my heart; I bore a hell within me which nothing could extinguish.
11 Thus spoke my prophetic soul, as, torn by remorse, horror, and despair, I beheld those I loved spend vain sorrow upon the graves of William and Justine, the first hapless victims to my unhallowed arts.
12 The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart which nothing could remove.
13 Now I could only answer my father with a look of despair and endeavour to hide myself from his view.
14 There is an expression of despair, and sometimes of revenge, in your countenance that makes me tremble.
15 But this was a luxury of sensation that could not endure; I became fatigued with excess of bodily exertion and sank on the damp grass in the sick impotence of despair.