A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy
J.C. Nimmo and Bain, 1882 - 394 Seiten
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LibraryThing ReviewNutzerbericht - john257hopper - LibraryThing
This 250 year old novel was a fictional satire on a more serious non-fictional account of a journey through France and Italy by Sterne's contemporary Tobias Smollett. The satire is in the fact that ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
LibraryThing ReviewNutzerbericht - Marse - LibraryThing
A Sentimental Journey is the story of a man traveling from England to France and back and his adventures, or should I say, his encounters during the trip. We don't get a lot of "travel" descriptions ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
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Seite 342 - Last week I saw a woman flayed, and you will hardly believe how much it altered her person for the worse.
Seite 106 - Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to Lilerty, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till Nature herself shall change.
Seite 251 - What is that which some call land, but a fine coat faced with green ? or the sea, but a waistcoat of...
Seite 381 - THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA. Translated from the Spanish of MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA by MOTTEUX.
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Seite 58 - I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert: if their leaves wither'd, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would...
Seite 258 - ... and, according to the laudable custom, gave rise to that fashion. Upon which the brothers, consulting their father's will, to their great astonishment, found these words : Item, I charge and command my said three sons to wear no sort of silver fringe upon or about their said coats, &c., with a penalty, in case of disobedience, too long here to insert.
Seite 108 - As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door — then cast it down — shook hjs head — and went on with his work of affliction.
Seite 249 - For about this time it happened a sect arose, whose tenets obtained and spread very far, especially in the grand monde, and among everybody of good fashion. They worshipped a sort of idol, who, as their doctrine delivered, did daily create men by a kind of manufactory operation.
Seite 161 - HEAVEN - eternal fountain of our feelings! - 'tis here I trace thee - and this is thy divinity which stirs within me - not, that in some sad and sickening moments, 'my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction' - mere pomp of words! - but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself- all comes from thee, great - great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation.