A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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... seen dry - shod at home . It is an age so full of light , that there is scarce a country or corner of Europe , whose beams are not crossed and interchanged with others- Knowledge in most of its branches , and in 15 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY.
... seen dry - shod at home . It is an age so full of light , that there is scarce a country or corner of Europe , whose beams are not crossed and interchanged with others- Knowledge in most of its branches , and in 15 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY.
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... seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven forbid , indeed ! said I , offering her my own- she had a black pair of silk gloves , open only at the thumb and two forefingers , so accepted it with- out ...
... seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven forbid , indeed ! said I , offering her my own- she had a black pair of silk gloves , open only at the thumb and two forefingers , so accepted it with- out ...
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... seen her face— -'twas not material ; for the drawing was instantly set about , and long before we had got to the door of the Remise , Fancy had finish'd the whole head , and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess , as if ...
... seen her face— -'twas not material ; for the drawing was instantly set about , and long before we had got to the door of the Remise , Fancy had finish'd the whole head , and pleased herself as much with its fitting her goddess , as if ...
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... seen better days - Good God ! said I — and I have not one single sous left to give him - But you have a thousand ! cried all the powers of nature , stirring within me so I gave him- no matter what I am ashamed to say how much , now ...
... seen better days - Good God ! said I — and I have not one single sous left to give him - But you have a thousand ! cried all the powers of nature , stirring within me so I gave him- no matter what I am ashamed to say how much , now ...
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... seen dead in the road , which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure . The man seemed to lament it much ; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his ; but he did it with more true touches of nature . The mourner ...
... seen dead in the road , which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure . The man seemed to lament it much ; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his ; but he did it with more true touches of nature . The mourner ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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