A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick. In Two Volumes. ...A. Millar and J. Hodges, 1782 |
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... still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . ' Tis thou , thrice fweet and gracious god- defs , addreffing myself to LIBERTÝ , whom all in ...
... still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . ' Tis thou , thrice fweet and gracious god- defs , addreffing myself to LIBERTÝ , whom all in ...
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... still with them at the corner of a hotel , for those to buy who chose it , without folicitation .. • HE was about forty - eight of a fe-- date look , fomething approaching to gravity . I did not wonder.- -I went . up rather to the ...
... still with them at the corner of a hotel , for those to buy who chose it , without folicitation .. • HE was about forty - eight of a fe-- date look , fomething approaching to gravity . I did not wonder.- -I went . up rather to the ...
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... still fhew to the world , fome little fragments of what his ancestors had been - their indifcretions had put it out of his power . There was enough left for the little exigencies of obfcurity . — But he had two boys who looked up to him ...
... still fhew to the world , fome little fragments of what his ancestors had been - their indifcretions had put it out of his power . There was enough left for the little exigencies of obfcurity . — But he had two boys who looked up to him ...
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... still clean , and there was a little air of frugal propreté throughout him . By his pulling off his hat , and his attitude of accofting a good many in his way , I faw he was afking charity ; fo I got a fous or two out of my pocket ready ...
... still clean , and there was a little air of frugal propreté throughout him . By his pulling off his hat , and his attitude of accofting a good many in his way , I faw he was afking charity ; fo I got a fous or two out of my pocket ready ...
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... still more oppreffive to us -they were fixed up moreover near the fire , and the protection of the chimney on one fide , and a large beam which croffed . the room on the other , formed a kind of recefs for them that was no way favour- K ...
... still more oppreffive to us -they were fixed up moreover near the fire , and the protection of the chimney on one fide , and a large beam which croffed . the room on the other , formed a kind of recefs for them that was no way favour- K ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 130 - I sat down close by her, and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell, with my handkerchief. I then...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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,
Seite 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.