 | Edward Gibbon - 1805 - 512 páginas
...time and my task, it was apparent that, according to the season of publication, the delay of a mouth would be productive of that of a year. I was now straining...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1811 - 542 páginas
...sky was serene, the silver orb of the noon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was alien I. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on...the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon hum* bled, and a sober melancholy was spread over mjr imind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting... | |
 | 1813 - 716 páginas
...serene, the silver orb of the moon Was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I wiH not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 544 páginas
...the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that 1 wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 548 páginas
...the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that 1 wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the " idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1814 - 726 páginas
...reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1816 - 498 páginas
...summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk oí acacias, which commands a prospect of the country,...the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humhled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken ли everlasting... | |
 | 1817 - 494 páginas
...months were barely sufficient for the consumption of this precious fuel. *16. 1794. — GIBBON DIED. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
 | John Evans - 1817 - 610 páginas
...prospect of the country, the fake, and the mountain*. '22 GIBSON'S WORKS. The air was temperate, the sky serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from...fame. But my pride was soon humbled,, and a sober melancholy spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable... | |
 | 1849 - 802 páginas
...reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment...my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and... | |
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It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered... 
