A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Volume 2T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1770 |
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... that had I told it then , it might have been forgot now - and now is the time I want it . I had left London with so much precipitation , that it never enter'd my mind that we were at war with France ; and mind [ 12 ] THE ...
... that had I told it then , it might have been forgot now - and now is the time I want it . I had left London with so much precipitation , that it never enter'd my mind that we were at war with France ; and mind [ 12 ] THE ...
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Laurence Sterne. mind that we were at war with France ; and had reach'd Dover , and look'd through my glass at the hills beyond Boulogne , before the idea prefented itself , and with this in its train , that there was no getting there ...
Laurence Sterne. mind that we were at war with France ; and had reach'd Dover , and look'd through my glass at the hills beyond Boulogne , before the idea prefented itself , and with this in its train , that there was no getting there ...
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... mind , I dropt the fubject en- tirely ; and whilft he waited upon me at fupper , talk'd to him with more than ufual gaiety about Paris , and of the opera comique . - Le Fleur had been there himself , and had followed me through the ...
... mind , I dropt the fubject en- tirely ; and whilft he waited upon me at fupper , talk'd to him with more than ufual gaiety about Paris , and of the opera comique . - Le Fleur had been there himself , and had followed me through the ...
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... Le Fleur had gone down ftairs , and I was quite alone , that I could not bring down my mind to think of it otherwise than I had then fpoken of it to Eugenius ? 1 C 3 And -And as for the Baftile ! the ter for is [ 21 ]
... Le Fleur had gone down ftairs , and I was quite alone , that I could not bring down my mind to think of it otherwise than I had then fpoken of it to Eugenius ? 1 C 3 And -And as for the Baftile ! the ter for is [ 21 ]
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... mind fits terrified at the objects fhe has magnified herself , and blackened : reduce them to their proper fize and hue , fhe overlooks them - ' Tis true , faid I , correcting the propofition the Baftile is not an evil to be de- fpifed ...
... mind fits terrified at the objects fhe has magnified herself , and blackened : reduce them to their proper fize and hue , fhe overlooks them - ' Tis true , faid I , correcting the propofition the Baftile is not an evil to be de- fpifed ...
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Página 24 - I looked up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage ; " I can't get out, I can't get out,
Página 191 - His wife sung now and then a little to the tune, then intermitted, and joined her old man again as their children and grandchildren danced before them.
Página 175 - As she told me this, she took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let me see it : she had folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril ; on opening it, I saw an S marked in one of the corners.
Página 32 - ... there. He had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh : I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture...
Página 31 - 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.
Página 29 - The bird in his cage pursued me into my room. I sat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my...
Página 192 - I should have looked upon it now as one of the illusions of an imagination which is eternally misleading me, had not the old man, as soon as the dance ended, said that this was their constant way; and that all his life long he had made it a rule, after supper was over, to call out his family to dance and rejoice; believing, he said, that a cheerful and contented mind was the best sort of thanks to Heaven that an illiterate peasant could pay Or a learned prelate either, said I.
Página 27 - Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! said I ' still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.
Página 173 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.