A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: To which are Added the Letters and a Life of the Author

B. Tauchnitz, 1861 - 347 Seiten

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Seite 89 - in going down them. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery, said I, still thou art a bitter draught! and, though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. - 'Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing
Seite 89 - change. No tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, nor chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron; - with thee, to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose Court thou art exiled. — Gracious Heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my
Seite 90 - THE bird in his cage pursued me into my room. I sat down close by my table, and, leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination.
Seite 139 - and as I did it, I felt such undescribable emotions within me as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion. I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pestered the world ever convince me to the contrary. MARIA.
Seite 87 - Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another word for a tower; — and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of. — Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a year. — But with nine livres a day, and pen
Seite 146 - is eternally misleading me, had not the old man, as soon as the dance ended, said that this was their constant way; and that all his life long he had made it a rule, after supper was over, to call out his family to dance and rejoice; believing, he said, that a cheerful and contented mind was
Seite 273 - is equally fallacious. I am sure, while I have my reason, it is not. Talking of widows — pray, Eliza, if ever you are such, do not think of giving yourself to some wealthy nabob — because I design to marry you myself. My wife cannot live long — she has sold all the provinces in France already — and
Seite 145 - now and then a little to the tune, — then intermitted, — and joined her old man again as their children and grandchildren danced before them. It was not till the middle of the second dance when, from some pauses in the movement wherein they all seemed to look up, I fancied I could distinguish an elevation of spirit
Seite 138 - road. When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road, leading to a thicket, I discovered poor Maria sitting under a poplar. She was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand: — a small brook ran at the foot of the tree.
Seite 15 - lost not the distinction by a bend forward in the figure — but it was the attitude of Intreaty; and, as it now stands presented to my imagination, it gained more than it lost by it. When he had entered the room three paces, he stood still; and laying his left hand upon his breast (a slender white

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