A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyG. Routledge, 1888 - 286 Seiten |
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... frame of mind for making a bargain . Now , there being no travelling through France and Italy without a chaise , and nature generally prompting us to the thing we are fittest for , I walked out into 14 A Sentimental Journey.
... frame of mind for making a bargain . Now , there being no travelling through France and Italy without a chaise , and nature generally prompting us to the thing we are fittest for , I walked out into 14 A Sentimental Journey.
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Laurence Sterne. thing we are fittest for , I walked out into the coach - yard to buy or hire something of that kind to my purpose . An old désobligeante , * in the furthest corner of the court , hit my fancy at first sight : so I ...
Laurence Sterne. thing we are fittest for , I walked out into the coach - yard to buy or hire something of that kind to my purpose . An old désobligeante , * in the furthest corner of the court , hit my fancy at first sight : so I ...
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... help taking it ; and returning Monsieur Dessein his bow , without more casuistry we walked towards his remise , to take a view of his magazine of chaises . IN THE STREET . CALAIS . It must needs be Through France and Italy . 31.
... help taking it ; and returning Monsieur Dessein his bow , without more casuistry we walked towards his remise , to take a view of his magazine of chaises . IN THE STREET . CALAIS . It must needs be Through France and Italy . 31.
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... all the movements within me to which the situation is incident . I looked at Monsieur Dessein through and through ; eyed him as he walked along in profile- -then , en face - thought him like a Jew- 32 A Sentimental Journey.
... all the movements within me to which the situation is incident . I looked at Monsieur Dessein through and through ; eyed him as he walked along in profile- -then , en face - thought him like a Jew- 32 A Sentimental Journey.
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... walked with her cheek half resting upon the palm of her hand - with the slow , short - measured step of thoughtfulness , and with her eyes , as she went step by step , fixed upon the ground , it struck me she was trying the same cause ...
... walked with her cheek half resting upon the palm of her hand - with the slow , short - measured step of thoughtfulness , and with her eyes , as she went step by step , fixed upon the ground , it struck me she was trying the same cause ...
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Abdera asked Bastile begged better betwixt bidet blushed breast breeches C'est CALAIS chaise cried dear désobligeante Dieu distress door Eugenius eyes face fair fille felt fille de chambre Fleur gave girl give grisette half hand head heart heaven honour instantly Italy La Fleur lady LAURENCE STERNE livre look louis d'ors Madame de Rambouillet Maria Marquess master mind monk Monsieur Dessein Monsieur le Count MONTREUIL Moulines Nampont nature never night notary numbers old French officer Opera Comique Paris parterre passed passport pâtés pity pocket portmanteau postillion pulled quoth remise replied round scarce seemed Sentimental Journey Shakspere side Smelfungus soul sous spirit starling step stood story stranger street supper sweet tell thee thing thou thought told took Traveller turn twas VERSAILLES walked whilst whole wished woman word worse Yorick
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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.