Tales of a Traveller, Band 1

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J. Murray, 1824 - 394 Seiten
 

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Seite xiii - I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories. These matters being premised, fall to, worthy reader, with good appetite ; and, above all, with goodhumor, to what is here set before thee.
Seite 252 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 177 - This world is the best that we live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in ; But to beg, or to borrow, or get a man's own, 'Tis the very worst world, sir, that ever was known.
Seite 199 - I found to be a small square, of tall and miserable houses, the very intestines of which seemed turned inside out, to judge from the old garments and frippery that fluttered from every window. It appeared TALES OF A TRAVELLER. to be a region of washerwomen, and lines were stretched about the little square, on which clothes were dangling to dry.
Seite xiv - There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse ! As I have found, in travelling in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
Seite 186 - A grave-looking antiquarian, who had produced several solid works, that were much quoted and little read, was treated with great respect, and seated next to a neat dressy gentleman in black, who had written a thin, genteel, hotpressed octavo on political economy, that was getting into fashion. Several...
Seite 200 - Goldsmith! what a time must he have had of it, with his quiet disposition and nervous habits, penned up in this den of noise and vulgarity...
Seite 214 - It is an ancient brick tower, hard by " merry Islington " ; the remains of a hunting-seat of Queen Elizabeth, where she took the pleasure of the country when the neighborhood was all woodland. What gave it particular interest in my eyes was the circumstance that it had been the residence of a poet. It was here Goldsmith resided when he wrote his "Deserted Village.

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