A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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Laurence Sterne. T THE TRANSLATION PARIS HERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer . I love the character , not only because I honour the man whose manners are softened by a profession which makes bad men ...
Laurence Sterne. T THE TRANSLATION PARIS HERE was nobody in the box I was let into but a kindly old French officer . I love the character , not only because I honour the man whose manners are softened by a profession which makes bad men ...
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... Paris were so coop'd up , that they had not actually room enough to get them - I did not call it getting any thing , said he — ' tis getting nothing ... old French officer , ere the disgust was exercised , by 86 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
... Paris were so coop'd up , that they had not actually room enough to get them - I did not call it getting any thing , said he — ' tis getting nothing ... old French officer , ere the disgust was exercised , by 86 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
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... old French officer , seeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion , as I made the apostrophe , took the liberty to ask me what was the matter I told him the story in three words , and added , how inhuman it was . By this time the dwarf was ...
... old French officer , seeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion , as I made the apostrophe , took the liberty to ask me what was the matter I told him the story in three words , and added , how inhuman it was . By this time the dwarf was ...
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... old officer , in England . at our ease . In England , dear Sir , said I , we sit all The old French officer would have set me at unity with myself , in case I had been at variance , -by saying it was a bon mot - and as a bon mot is ...
... old officer , in England . at our ease . In England , dear Sir , said I , we sit all The old French officer would have set me at unity with myself , in case I had been at variance , -by saying it was a bon mot - and as a bon mot is ...
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Laurence Sterne. The old French officer smiled , and whispering in my ear , opened a door of knowledge which I had no idea of . Good God ! said I , turning ... old French officer delivered this with an air of 90 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
Laurence Sterne. The old French officer smiled , and whispering in my ear , opened a door of knowledge which I had no idea of . Good God ! said I , turning ... old French officer delivered this with an air of 90 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
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Abdera ask'd Bastile begg'd better betwixt bidet breast breeches Brussels CALAIS chaise coach-yard cried Desobligeant Eugenius eyes face fair fille fancy fellow felt fille de chambre France and Italy gave give good-natur'd Grisset half hand head heart heaven honour instantly Italy journey La Fleur lady landlord laying livres look look'd louis d'ors Madame de Rambouliet Maria Marquis master mind Mons Monsieur Dessein Monsieur le Count MONTRIUL NAMPONT nature never night Notary numbers old French officer open'd opera comique Paris parterre pass pass'd PASSPORT peregrine martyrs pity pocket Pont Neuf poor portmanteau postillion quoth Remise replied road scarce seem'd sentiment shew side Smelfungus soul sous spirit step stood story supper tell thee thing thou thought to-I told took 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