A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, 1. köideP. Miller and J. White, 1774 - 328 pages |
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... half a dozen of fhirts and a black pair of filk breeches " the coat " I have on , faid 1 , looking at the fleeve , will do ' -took a place in the Dover ftage ; and the pacquet failing at nine the next morning - by three I had got fat ...
... half a dozen of fhirts and a black pair of filk breeches " the coat " I have on , faid 1 , looking at the fleeve , will do ' -took a place in the Dover ftage ; and the pacquet failing at nine the next morning - by three I had got fat ...
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... fall to pieces before you would go half way to Paris - figure to yourself how much I should suffer , in giving an ill impreffion of myself to a man of honour , ill [ 16 ] bufinefs at the first, though it had been twice ...
... fall to pieces before you would go half way to Paris - figure to yourself how much I should suffer , in giving an ill impreffion of myself to a man of honour , ill [ 16 ] bufinefs at the first, though it had been twice ...
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... half of my chaife ? -and what mighty mifchief could enfue ? Every dirty paffion , and bad propensity in my nature , took the alarm , as I ftated the propofition -It will oblige you to have a third horse , said AVARICE , which will put ...
... half of my chaife ? -and what mighty mifchief could enfue ? Every dirty paffion , and bad propensity in my nature , took the alarm , as I ftated the propofition -It will oblige you to have a third horse , said AVARICE , which will put ...
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... half refting upon the palm of her hand with the flow , fhort - meafur'd ftep of thoughtfulness , and with her eyes , as fhe went step by step , fix'd upon the ground , it ftruck me , trying the fame caufe herself.God help her ! faid I ...
... half refting upon the palm of her hand with the flow , fhort - meafur'd ftep of thoughtfulness , and with her eyes , as fhe went step by step , fix'd upon the ground , it ftruck me , trying the fame caufe herself.God help her ! faid I ...
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... half a second , and stepp'd in ; and the wait- er that moment beckoning to speak to Monf . Def- fein , he fhut the door of the chaife upon us , and left us . C'ES THE REMISE . CALAIS . VEST bein comique , ' tis very droll , faid the la ...
... half a second , and stepp'd in ; and the wait- er that moment beckoning to speak to Monf . Def- fein , he fhut the door of the chaife upon us , and left us . C'ES THE REMISE . CALAIS . VEST bein comique , ' tis very droll , faid the la ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.