A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Band 2T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1770 |
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... body does no more than tell it . I never gave a girl a crown in my life which gave me half the pleasure . My advice , my dear , would not have been worth a pin to you , faid . I , if I had not given this along with it : but now , when ...
... body does no more than tell it . I never gave a girl a crown in my life which gave me half the pleasure . My advice , my dear , would not have been worth a pin to you , faid . I , if I had not given this along with it : but now , when ...
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... body . - Cela n'empeche pas , faid he - you will cer- tainly be sent to the Bastile to - morrow morning . But I've taken your lodg- ings for a month , answer'd I , and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France ...
... body . - Cela n'empeche pas , faid he - you will cer- tainly be sent to the Bastile to - morrow morning . But I've taken your lodg- ings for a month , answer'd I , and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France ...
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... body could oppose the king of France . Pardi ! faid my hoft , ces Meieurs Anglois font des gens tres extraordi- naires - and having both faid . and fworn it - he went out .. VOL . II . THE THE PASSPORT . THE HOTEL AT PARIS . I COULD ...
... body could oppose the king of France . Pardi ! faid my hoft , ces Meieurs Anglois font des gens tres extraordi- naires - and having both faid . and fworn it - he went out .. VOL . II . THE THE PASSPORT . THE HOTEL AT PARIS . I COULD ...
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... body half wafted away with long expectation and confine- ment , and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arifes from hope deferr'd . Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had ...
... body half wafted away with long expectation and confine- ment , and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arifes from hope deferr'd . Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had ...
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... body to lay his little ftick upon the bundle - He gave a deep figh - I faw the iron enter into his foul - I burst into tears I could not fuftain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn - I ftarted up from my chair , and ...
... body to lay his little ftick upon the bundle - He gave a deep figh - I faw the iron enter into his foul - I burst into tears I could not fuftain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn - I ftarted up from my chair , and ...
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Seite 22 - 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 and ink and paper and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within...
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 191 - His wife sung now and then a little to the tune, then intermitted, and joined her old man again as their children and grandchildren danced before them.
Seite 175 - As she told me this, she took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let me see it : she had folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril ; on opening it, I saw an S marked in one of the corners.
Seite 32 - ... there. He had one of these 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. I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh : I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture...
Seite 31 - Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his 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 29 - The bird in his cage pursued me into my room. I sat down close to 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. I was going to begin with the millions of my...
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 27 - 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.
Seite 173 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.