A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. Routledge & sons, 1888 - 286 Seiten |
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Seite 167 - I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferred. Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Seite 262 - I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pestered the world ever convince me to the contrary.
Seite 167 - In thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood he had seen no sun, no moon in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice : His children— But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Seite 65 - He wrote an account of them ; but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings. I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of the Pantheon : — he was just coming out of it — ' Tis nothing but a huge cock-pit,* said he.
Seite 167 - I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow-creatures born to no inheritance but slavery; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it near me, and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me, I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.
Seite 9 - ... time, agreed to the account. It was one of those heads which Guido has often painted, — mild, pale, penetrating, free from all common-place ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earth ; — it looked forwards, but looked as if it looked at something beyond this world.
Seite 97 - ... and the youngest falling ill of the same distemper, he was afraid of being bereft of them all, and made a vow, if Heaven would not take him from him also, he would go in gratitude to St. lago in Spain.
Seite 10 - I, replying to a cast upwards with his eyes, with which he had concluded his address — 'tis very true — and heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.
Seite 267 - Dear Sensibility ! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows...
Seite 187 - Marquis entered the court with his whole family : he supported his lady— his eldest son supported his sister, and his youngest was at the other extreme of the line next his mother — he put his handkerchief to his face twice — ' — There was a dead silence. When the Marquis had approached within six paces of the tribunal, he gave the Marchioness to his youngest son, and advancing three steps before his family — he reclaimed his sword.