A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. P. Putnam, 1910 - 187 Seiten |
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... words , when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent . No man cares to have his virtues the sport of con- tingencies — or one man may be generous , as another man is puissant - sed non ...
... words , when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent . No man cares to have his virtues the sport of con- tingencies — or one man may be generous , as another man is puissant - sed non ...
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... words great claims , he gave a slight glance with his eye downwards upon the sleeve of his tunic - I felt the full force of the appeal I acknowledge it , said I — a coarse habit , and that but once in three years , with meagre diet- are ...
... words great claims , he gave a slight glance with his eye downwards upon the sleeve of his tunic - I felt the full force of the appeal I acknowledge it , said I — a coarse habit , and that but once in three years , with meagre diet- are ...
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... not to be said for it — but something might — and when a few words will rescue misery out of her distress , I hate the man who can be a churl of them . -Now was I the master of this hôtel , said 2 17 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY Calais.
... not to be said for it — but something might — and when a few words will rescue misery out of her distress , I hate the man who can be a churl of them . -Now was I the master of this hôtel , said 2 17 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY Calais.
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... 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 — and in this dis- position to give way to them , was I left alone with the lady with her ...
... 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 — and in this dis- position to give way to them , was I left alone with the lady with her ...
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... word . Whilst this lasted , the monk rubb'd his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunick ; and as soon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction - he made a low bow , and said , ' twas too late to say whether it was ...
... word . Whilst this lasted , the monk rubb'd his horn box upon the sleeve of his tunick ; and as soon as it had acquired a little air of brightness by the friction - he made a low bow , and said , ' twas too late to say whether it was ...
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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