A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick. In Two Volumes. ...A. Millar and J. Hodges, 1782 |
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... laid at the head , notched all over with the difmal days and nights he had paffed there , he had one of thefe little fticks in his hand , and with a rusty nail . he was etching another day of mifery to add to the heap . A's I darkned ...
... laid at the head , notched all over with the difmal days and nights he had paffed there , he had one of thefe little fticks in his hand , and with a rusty nail . he was etching another day of mifery to add to the heap . A's I darkned ...
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... laid out a livre in a little cage for the ftarling , and as he had little to do better the five months his master ftaid there , he taught it in his mother's tongue the four fimple words - ( and no more ) -- to which I owned my- felf fo ...
... laid out a livre in a little cage for the ftarling , and as he had little to do better the five months his master ftaid there , he taught it in his mother's tongue the four fimple words - ( and no more ) -- to which I owned my- felf fo ...
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... laid upon the table , and he was tumbling them over . I walked up clofe to the ta- ble , and giving firft fuch a look at the books as to make him conceive I knew what they were --- I told him I had come without any one to present me ...
... laid upon the table , and he was tumbling them over . I walked up clofe to the ta- ble , and giving firft fuch a look at the books as to make him conceive I knew what they were --- I told him I had come without any one to present me ...
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... , I took up Hamlet , and turning immediately to the grave digger's fcene in the fifth act , I laid . my finger upon YORICK , and advancing the book to the Count , with my finger * all all the way over the name - Me , Voici JOURNEY . 57.
... , I took up Hamlet , and turning immediately to the grave digger's fcene in the fifth act , I laid . my finger upon YORICK , and advancing the book to the Count , with my finger * all all the way over the name - Me , Voici JOURNEY . 57.
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... laid my hand upon my breast , and with earnest gravity affured him , it was my moft fettled opinion . THE Count faid he was mortified , he could not stay to hear my reasons , being . engaged to go that moment to dine with . the Duc de C ...
... laid my hand upon my breast , and with earnest gravity affured him , it was my moft fettled opinion . THE Count faid he was mortified , he could not stay to hear my reasons , being . engaged to go that moment to dine with . the Duc de C ...
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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick Laurence Sterne Visualização completa - 1794 |
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againſt aſked Baftile begged beſt betwixt bliged breaſt breeches cham clofe cloſe door dreffed Eugenius fafe faid the Count fair fille fame fcarce fecond feemed fent feven fhall fhew fhould fide fieur filk fille de chambre fimple fingle firft firſt Fleur fome fomething foul fpirit fteps ftill ftopped fuch fupper fupport girl hand heart herſelf himſelf honour houſe inftantly itſelf juft La Fleur lady laft look Lord Louis d'ors Madame Maria Marquis maſter ment Monfieur le Count Monfieur Le Duc muſt myſelf night notary occafion opera comique paffage paffed paffport Paris pleaſe pocket poftilion Pont Neuf poor prefent reafon reft ribband ſaid ſeemed ſeen ſet Shakeſpeare ſhe ſmall ſtep ſtill ſtory ſtreet thee ther theſe thing thoſe thou told took turn twas VERSAILLES walked whilft wiſhed woman worfe worſe Yorick
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Página 26 - 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 27 - ... 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 24 - NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled Gracious heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion and shower down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads...
Página 144 - 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 130 - I sat down close by her, and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell, with my handkerchief. I then...
Página 56 - tis a quiet journey of the heart in pursuit of NATURE, and those affections which arise out of her, which make us love each other and the world, better than we do.
Página 138 - ... mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation...
Página 23 - ... home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastile ; and I heavily walked up stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery...
Página 21 - 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 26 - 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.