A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Band 1P. Miller and J. White, 1774 - 328 Seiten |
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... hôtel - but Monfieur Deffein be- ing gone to Vefpers , and not caring to face the Francifcan , whom I faw on the oppofite fide of the court in conference with a lady just arrived at the inn - I drew the tuffeta curtain betwixt us , and ...
... hôtel - but Monfieur Deffein be- ing gone to Vefpers , and not caring to face the Francifcan , whom I faw on the oppofite fide of the court in conference with a lady just arrived at the inn - I drew the tuffeta curtain betwixt us , and ...
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... hôtel . Though I had infinite good - will for the lady , I cannot fay that I rejoiced in my heart at the event - and could not help telling her fo - for it is fatal to a propofal , Madam , faid I , that I was going to make to you ...
... hôtel . Though I had infinite good - will for the lady , I cannot fay that I rejoiced in my heart at the event - and could not help telling her fo - for it is fatal to a propofal , Madam , faid I , that I was going to make to you ...
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... hôtel . Lord ! faid I , hearing the town - clock strike four , and recollecting that I had been little more than a fingle hour in Calais- What a large volume of adventures may be grafped within this little span of life by him who ...
... hôtel . Lord ! faid I , hearing the town - clock strike four , and recollecting that I had been little more than a fingle hour in Calais- What a large volume of adventures may be grafped within this little span of life by him who ...
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... , had taken him back with him to the Count's hôtel . La Fleur's prevenancy ( for there was a paffport in his very looks ) foon fet every fervant in the kitchen at eafe eafe with him ; and as a Frenchman , whatever t 54 1 J.
... , had taken him back with him to the Count's hôtel . La Fleur's prevenancy ( for there was a paffport in his very looks ) foon fet every fervant in the kitchen at eafe eafe with him ; and as a Frenchman , whatever t 54 1 J.
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... hôtel , were far from being fo flattering as I had prefigured them . I walked up gravely to the window in my dufty black coat , and looking through the glass , faw all the world in yellow , blue , and green , run- ning at the ring of ...
... hôtel , were far from being fo flattering as I had prefigured them . I walked up gravely to the window in my dufty black coat , and looking through the glass , faw all the world in yellow , blue , and green , run- ning at the ring of ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.