A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyAlan Rodgers Books LLC, 2005 - 108 Seiten
CALAIS When I had fished my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honor for the humanity of his temper, -- I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. -- No -- said I -- the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled, like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheek -- more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced. -- Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way? |
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... spirit as well as moral of this , that I had been mistaken in her character ; but upon turning her face towards me , the spirit which had animated the reply was fled , — the muscles relaxed , and I beheld the same unprotected look of ...
... spirit of its owner to regulate my own , in the justlings of the world : they had found full employment for his , as ... spirits , as I am going to add , that in my last return through Calais , upon enquiring after Father Lorenzo , I ...
... spirit , that can at once surrender itself to illusions , which cheat expectation and sorrow of their weary moments ! - Long , long since had ye number'd out my days , had I not trod so great a part of them upon this enchanted ground ...