A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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... thee , Eliza , I would carry with me into my grave , would have been torn from my neck . -Ungenerous ! —to seize upon the wreck of an un- wary passenger , whom your subjects had beckon'd to their coast - by heaven ! SIRE , it is not ...
... thee , Eliza , I would carry with me into my grave , would have been torn from my neck . -Ungenerous ! —to seize upon the wreck of an un- wary passenger , whom your subjects had beckon'd to their coast - by heaven ! SIRE , it is not ...
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... thee- Heaven forbid ! said she , raising her hand up to her forehead , for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven forbid , indeed ! said I ...
... thee- Heaven forbid ! said she , raising her hand up to her forehead , for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven forbid , indeed ! said I ...
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... thee . When we had got to the door of the Remise , she withdrew her hand from across her forehead , and let me see the original — it was a face of about six and twenty - of a clear transparent brown , 22 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
... thee . When we had got to the door of the Remise , she withdrew her hand from across her forehead , and let me see the original — it was a face of about six and twenty - of a clear transparent brown , 22 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
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... thee ? and why art thou disquieted ? and why is thy understanding troubled ? " — In a word , I felt benevolence for her ; and resolv❜d some way or other to throw in my mite of courtesy — if not of service . Such were my temptations ...
... thee ? and why art thou disquieted ? and why is thy understanding troubled ? " — In a word , I felt benevolence for her ; and resolv❜d some way or other to throw in my mite of courtesy — if not of service . Such were my temptations ...
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... thee . Vive le Roi ! said the old soldier . I had then but three sous left : so I gave one , simply pour l'amour de Dieu , which was the footing on which it was begg'd - The poor woman had a dislocated hip ; so it could not be well upon ...
... thee . Vive le Roi ! said the old soldier . I had then but three sous left : so I gave one , simply pour l'amour de Dieu , which was the footing on which it was begg'd - The poor woman had a dislocated hip ; so it could not be well upon ...
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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