A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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... turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world . Strange ! quoth I , de- bating the matter with myself , That one and twenty miles sailing , for ' tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais , should give a man these ...
... turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world . Strange ! quoth I , de- bating the matter with myself , That one and twenty miles sailing , for ' tis absolutely no further from Dover to Calais , should give a man these ...
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... turn to any profit - but as the chances run prodigiously the other way , both as to the ac- quisition and application , I am of opinion , That a man would act as wisely , if he could prevail upon himself to live contented without ...
... turn to any profit - but as the chances run prodigiously the other way , both as to the ac- quisition and application , I am of opinion , That a man would act as wisely , if he could prevail upon himself to live contented without ...
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... turn of mind take , Mons . Dessein , in their own sensations - I'm persuaded , to a man who feels for others as well as for himself , every rainy night , disguise it as you will , must cast a damp upon your spirits - You suffer , Mons ...
... turn of mind take , Mons . Dessein , in their own sensations - I'm persuaded , to a man who feels for others as well as for himself , every rainy night , disguise it as you will , must cast a damp upon your spirits - You suffer , Mons ...
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... turning myself about , as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of senti- ment - base ungentle passion ! thy hand is against every man , and every man's hand against thee Heaven forbid ! said she , raising her hand up to her ...
... turning myself about , as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of senti- ment - base ungentle passion ! thy hand is against every man , and every man's hand against thee Heaven forbid ! said she , raising her hand up to her ...
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... turning her face towards me , the spirit which had animated the reply was fled - the muscles relaxed , and I beheld the same unprotected look of distress which first won me to her interest - melancholy ! to see such sprightliness the ...
... turning her face towards me , the spirit which had animated the reply was fled - the muscles relaxed , and I beheld the same unprotected look of distress which first won me to her interest - melancholy ! to see such sprightliness the ...
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Abdera ask'd Bastile begg'd better betwixt bidet breeches Brussels CALAIS chaise cried dance Desobligeant door Duc de Choiseul Eugenius eyes face fair fille felt fille de chambre Fleur France gave girl give good-natur'd Grisset half hand head heart heaven honour instantly Italy journey La Fleur lady livre look look'd 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 parterre pass'd PASSPORT pocket Pont Neuf portmanteau postillion quoth Remise replied return'd ribband road scarce seem'd sentiment shew side sitting Smelfungus soul sous spirit stood stopp'd 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