A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Band 2T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1768 - 208 Seiten |
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... never feen me before . my own part , I felt the conviction of confanguinity fo ftrongly , that I could not help turning half round to look in her face , and fee if I could trace out For any • any thing in it of a family likeness- Tut [ 10 ]
... never feen me before . my own part , I felt the conviction of confanguinity fo ftrongly , that I could not help turning half round to look in her face , and fee if I could trace out For any • any thing in it of a family likeness- Tut [ 10 ]
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... felt what kind of fickness of the heart it was which arifes from hope deferr'd . Upon looking neare : I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood - he had feen no fun , no moon in all ...
... felt what kind of fickness of the heart it was which arifes from hope deferr'd . Upon looking neare : I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood - he had feen no fun , no moon in all ...
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... felt no dishonour in defend- ing her and himself from want in this way - unless Providence had offer'd him a better . It would be wicked to with - hold a pleasure from the good , in paffing over what happen'd to this poor Chevalier of ...
... felt no dishonour in defend- ing her and himself from want in this way - unless Providence had offer'd him a better . It would be wicked to with - hold a pleasure from the good , in paffing over what happen'd to this poor Chevalier of ...
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... heart , and virtue flies after it - not to call it back , but to make the fenfation of it more delicious to the nerves - ' tis affo- ciated.- V del at : to # 1 ... But But I'll not defcribe it . I felt - fomething [ 93 ]
... heart , and virtue flies after it - not to call it back , but to make the fenfation of it more delicious to the nerves - ' tis affo- ciated.- V del at : to # 1 ... But But I'll not defcribe it . I felt - fomething [ 93 ]
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Laurence Sterne. But I'll not defcribe it . I felt - fomething at firft within me which was not in ftrict unifon with the Jeffon of virtue I had given her the night before - I fought five mi- nutes for a card - I knew I had not one . I ...
Laurence Sterne. But I'll not defcribe it . I felt - fomething at firft within me which was not in ftrict unifon with the Jeffon of virtue I had given her the night before - I fought five mi- nutes for a card - I knew I had not one . I ...
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acroſs afk'd againſt Baftile begg'd betwixt breaſt clofe cloſe Compte defire door Eugenius fafe faid the Count fair fille fame fcarce feem'd feen felf fent fentiments feven fhall fhew fhould fide filk fille de chambre fimple fingle firft firſt Fleur fmall fome fomething fous fpirit fteps ftill ftood ftory fuch fupper fure girl hand heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour houſe infifted inftantly itſelf juft La Fleur lady laſt leaſt lefs look look'd Louis d'ors Madame mafter Maria Marquis Monf Monfieur le Count Monfieur Le Duc moſt muſt myſelf nerally notary paffage Paffport pafs'd Paris pleaſe pocket poftilion pont neuf poor prefent purfe Quai de Conti reafon ſaid ſecond Shakeſpear ſhe ſmall ſtep ſtory thee theſe thing thofe thoſe thou told took turn'd twas VERSAILLES walk'd whilft whofe woman worfe Yorick
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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