 | Edward Gibbon - 1805 - 512 страници
...shall now commemorate the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve,...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 страници
...eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last line of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. Afler laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau,...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waves, and all nature was silent."... | |
 | 1813 - 716 страници
...conceit." Speaking of finishing his history he says: " 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 walk... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1814 - 726 страници
...now commemorate' the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve,...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 548 страници
...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...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of ' the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 544 страници
...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...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1816 - 498 страници
...shall now commemorate the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve,...I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk oí acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate,... | |
 | 1817 - 494 страници
...of this precious fuel. *16. 1794. — GIBBON DIED. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve,...lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.... | |
 | John Evans - 1817 - 610 страници
...shall now commemorate the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve,...took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of accacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the fake, and the mountain*. '22 GIBSON'S WORKS.... | |
 | 1849 - 802 страници
...my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th Jnne 1787, between the hoars of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines...After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a bereean, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and mountains.... | |
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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... 
