A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Том 1P. Miller and J. White, 1774 - 328 страници |
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... least , in the loss of thy poor beaft ; I'm fure thou haft been a merciful mafter to him.Alas ! faid the mourner , I thought fo , when he was alive - but now that he is dead , I think otherwife . I fear the weight of myfelf and my ...
... least , in the loss of thy poor beaft ; I'm fure thou haft been a merciful mafter to him.Alas ! faid the mourner , I thought fo , when he was alive - but now that he is dead , I think otherwife . I fear the weight of myfelf and my ...
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... least for a month or fix weeks ; at the end of which , if he is a harmless fellow , his inno- cence appears , and he comes out a better and wifer man than he went in . I had fome occafion ( I forgot what ) to step into the court - yard ...
... least for a month or fix weeks ; at the end of which , if he is a harmless fellow , his inno- cence appears , and he comes out a better and wifer man than he went in . I had fome occafion ( I forgot what ) to step into the court - yard ...
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... least lose that diftinct variety and originality of character , which diftinguishes them , not only from each other , but from all the world befides . I had a few king William's fillings , as smooth as glafs , in my pocket ; and ...
... least lose that diftinct variety and originality of character , which diftinguishes them , not only from each other , but from all the world befides . I had a few king William's fillings , as smooth as glafs , in my pocket ; and ...
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... least are fure to lay down all your cares together , and dance and fing , and sport away the weights of grievance , which bow down the spirit of other nations to the earth . THE THE FRAGMENT . PARIS . LE had left me E [ 129 ]
... least are fure to lay down all your cares together , and dance and fing , and sport away the weights of grievance , which bow down the spirit of other nations to the earth . THE THE FRAGMENT . PARIS . LE had left me E [ 129 ]
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... least the bafis of it ' twas flattery . Delicious effence ! how refreshing art thou to na ture ! how strongly are all its powers and all its weakneffes on thy fide ! how fweetly doft thou mix . with the blood , and help it through the ...
... least the bafis of it ' twas flattery . Delicious effence ! how refreshing art thou to na ture ! how strongly are all its powers and all its weakneffes on thy fide ! how fweetly doft thou mix . with the blood , and help it through the ...
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Страница 48 - I thought by the accent, it had been an apostrophe to his child; but 'twas to his ass, and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road, which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure. The man seemed to lament it much; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his; but he did it with more true touches of nature. The mourner was sitting...
Страница 93 - 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.
Страница 35 - Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures he had to tell, "wherein he spoke of moving accidents by flood and field, and of the cannibals which each other eat: the Anthropophagi" he had been flay'd alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had come at I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, said I, to your physician.
Страница 145 - When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road leading to a thicket, I discovered poor Maria sitting under a poplar she was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand a small brook ran at the foot of the tree.
Страница 5 - Now, was I a King of France, cried I what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me! The Monk — Calais I HAD scarce uttered the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent.
Страница 148 - Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms; affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly, — still she was feminine; and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eye looks for in woman, that, could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of...
Страница 6 - I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deserved better.
Страница 49 - It had pleased heaven, he said, to bless him with three sons, the finest lads in all Germany; but having in one week lost two of...
Страница 93 - 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...
Страница 147 - 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.