THE COUNTRY GIRL.
BY W. WORDSWORTH.
That happy gleam of vernal eyes,
Those locks from summer's golden skies,
That o'er thy brow are shed;
That cheek--a kindling of the morn,
That lip--a rose-bud from the thorn,
I saw; and Fancy sped
To scenes Arcadian, whispering, through soft air,
Of bliss that grows without a care;
Of happiness that never flies--
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley writes,
I lived principally in the country as a girl, and passed a considerable time in Scotland. I made occasional visits to the more picturesque parts; but my habitual residence was on the blank and dreary northern shors of the Tay, near Dundee. Blank and dreary on retrospection I call them; they were not so to me then. They were the eyry of freedom.
Raymond's technological and engineering improvements, here, described as "schemes" and "projects," invoke Godwinian notions of human perfectibility, Napoleonic empire-building, and--finally--Frankensteinian faith in science. Notice that, by the end of the sentence, such schemes are compared to the exotic fantasies of the Arabian Nights.