A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Band 2
T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1768 - 208 Seiten
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Seite 31 - ... little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down. — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction.
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 192 - I should have looked upon it now as one of the illusions of an imagination which 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 the best sort of thanks to Heaven that an illiterate peasant could pay Or a learned prelate either, said I.
Seite 24 - I looked up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage ; " I can't get out, I can't get out,
Seite 169 - Tis going, I own, like the Knight of the Woeful Countenance, in quest of melancholy adventures but I know not how it is, but I am never so perfectly conscious of the existence of a soul within me, as when I am entangled in them.
Seite 30 - In thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his 20 blood. He had seen no sun, no moon in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children ! — But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Seite 22 - ... least for a month or six weeks; at the end of which, if he is a harmless fellow, his innocence appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in.
Seite 180 - Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms; affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly, — still she was feminine; and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eye looks for in woman, that, could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of...
Seite 26 - ... home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastile ; and I heavily walked up stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them.
Seite 24 - ... tis some tyrant of a distemper and not of a man which holds you in it, the evil vanishes, and you bear the other half without complaint. I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained