A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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... honour for the humanity of his temper - I rose up an inch taller for the accom- modation . 1 All the effects of strangers ( Swiss and Scotch excepted ) dying in France , are seized by virtue of this law , though the heir be upon the ...
... honour for the humanity of his temper - I rose up an inch taller for the accom- modation . 1 All the effects of strangers ( Swiss and Scotch excepted ) dying in France , are seized by virtue of this law , though the heir be upon the ...
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... honour to make the most of . Four months had elapsed since it had finished its career of Europe in the corner of Mons . Dessein's coach - yard ; and having sallied out from thence but a vampt - up business at the first , though it had ...
... honour to make the most of . Four months had elapsed since it had finished its career of Europe in the corner of Mons . Dessein's coach - yard ; and having sallied out from thence but a vampt - up business at the first , though it had ...
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... I should suffer , in giving an ill impression of myself to a man of honour , and lying at the mercy , as I must do , d'un homme d'esprit . The dose was made up exactly after my own prescription 18 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
... I should suffer , in giving an ill impression of myself to a man of honour , and lying at the mercy , as I must do , d'un homme d'esprit . The dose was made up exactly after my own prescription 18 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
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... honour to present him to the lady - I had not been presented myself- -so turning about to her , he did it just as well by asking her , if she had come from Paris ? No , she was going that route , she said . -Vous n'êtes pas de Londre ...
... honour to present him to the lady - I had not been presented myself- -so turning about to her , he did it just as well by asking her , if she had come from Paris ? No , she was going that route , she said . -Vous n'êtes pas de Londre ...
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... honour to know her name — so made his bow . Et Madame a son Mari ? said he , looking back when he had made two steps and without staying for an answer - danced down the street . Had I served seven years ' apprenticeship to good ...
... honour to know her name — so made his bow . Et Madame a son Mari ? said he , looking back when he had made two steps and without staying for an answer - danced down the street . Had I served seven years ' apprenticeship to good ...
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Abdera ask'd Bastile begg'd better betwixt bidet breeches CALAIS chaise cried Desobligeant door Duc de Choiseul Eugenius eyes face fair fille felt fille de chambre gave girl give good-natur'd Grisset half hand head heart heaven honour instantly Italy journey king of France lady landlord livre look look'd Lord Louis d'ors Madame de Rambouliet Maria Marquis master mind monk Mons Monsieur Dessein Monsieur le Count MONTRIUL NAMPONT nature never night Notary numbers old French officer open'd opera comique PARIS HEN parterre pass'd PASSPORT pocket Pont Neuf poor fellow portmanteau postillion quoth Remise replied return'd ribband road scarce seem'd sentiment shew side sitting Smelfungus soul sous spirit stood story street supper tell thee thing thou thought told took Traveller turn twas VERSAILLES walk'd whilst whole wish'd woman word Yorick
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Seite 39 - upon human nature —I get my labour for my pains—'tis enough the pleasure of the experiment has kept my senses and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the gross to sleep. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren—and so it is \ and so is all the
Seite 104 - or do I remember an incident in my life, where the dissipated spirits, to which my reason had been a bubble, were so suddenly call'd home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chaunted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastile ; and I heavily
Seite 172 - Dear sensibility ! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows ! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw —and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to HEAVEN—Eternal fountain of our feelings !—'tis here I trace
Seite 186 - hold of both of them. Hadst thou, Nannette, been arrayed like a duchess!—But that cursed slit in thy petticoat! Nannette cared not for it. We could not have done without you, said she, letting go one hand, with self-taught politeness, leading me up with the other. "A
Seite 59 - said the mourner, I thought so, when he was alive—but now that he is dead I think otherwise.—I fear the weight of myself and my afflictions together have been too much for him — they have shortened the poor creature's days, and I fear I have them to answer for. —Shame on the world ! said I to myself—Did we
Seite 173 - mountains—he finds the lacerated lamb of another's flock This moment I beheld him leaning with his head against his crook, with piteous inclination looking down upon it!—Oh ! had I come one moment sooner !—it bleeds to death—his gentle heart bleeds with it Peace to thee, generous swain !—I see thou walkest off with
Seite 40 - Vide S *s Travels. —I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, said I, to your physician. Mundungus, with an immense fortune, made the whole tour ; going on from Rome to Naples from Naples to Venice—from Venice to
Seite 171 - lie in my bosom, and be unto me as a daughter. Adieu, poor luckless maiden !—Imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds —the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever. THE BOURBONNOIS
Seite 170 - dry it in my bosom, said she—'twill do me good. And is your heart still so warm, Maria ? said I. I touched upon the string on which hung all her sorrows—she look'd with wistful disorder for some time in my face ; and then, without saying any thing, took her pipe, and play'd her service to the
Seite 78 - —Surely—surely, man ! it is not good for thee to sit alone—thou wast made for social intercourse and gentle greetings, and this improvement of our natures from it, I appeal to, as my evidence. —And how does it beat, Monsieur ? said she. —With all the benignity, said I, looking quietly in her eyes, that I