A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick. In Two Volumes. ...A. Millar and J. Hodges, 1782 |
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... myself ; and next , I fhall give you the protection of my com- pany on your way as far as I can . girl was fenfible I was civil , -- and faid , fhe wished the hotel de Modene was in the Rue de St. Pierre ---- You live there ? faid I ...
... myself ; and next , I fhall give you the protection of my com- pany on your way as far as I can . girl was fenfible I was civil , -- and faid , fhe wished the hotel de Modene was in the Rue de St. Pierre ---- You live there ? faid I ...
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... myself , the Baftile is but another word for a tower - and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of Mercy on the gouty ! for they are in it twice a year - but with nine livres a day , and pen and ink , and paper ...
... myself , the Baftile is but another word for a tower - and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of Mercy on the gouty ! for they are in it twice a year - but with nine livres a day , and pen and ink , and paper ...
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... myself to LIBERTÝ , whom all in public or in private wor- fhip , whofe tafte is grateful and ever . will be fo , till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can fpot thy fnowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy fceptre into iron ...
... myself to LIBERTÝ , whom all in public or in private wor- fhip , whofe tafte is grateful and ever . will be fo , till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can fpot thy fnowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy fceptre into iron ...
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... myself the miseries of confinement . I was in a right frame for it , and fo I gave full fcope to my imagination . I was going to begin with the milli- ons of my fellow - creatures born to no in- heritance but flavery ; but finding , how ...
... myself the miseries of confinement . I was in a right frame for it , and fo I gave full fcope to my imagination . I was going to begin with the milli- ons of my fellow - creatures born to no in- heritance but flavery ; but finding , how ...
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... drawn - I ftarted up from my chair , and calling La Fleur , I bid him . befpeak me a remife , and have it ready . at the door of the hotel by nine in the morning . -I'LL -I'LL go directly , faid I , myself to Monfieur JOURNEY : 27.
... drawn - I ftarted up from my chair , and calling La Fleur , I bid him . befpeak me a remife , and have it ready . at the door of the hotel by nine in the morning . -I'LL -I'LL go directly , faid I , myself to Monfieur JOURNEY : 27.
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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.