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Pagina 32
... fent notice of it to the brain to reverse the judg- ment ? In faying this fhe difengaged her hand with a look which I thought a fufficient commentary upon the text . It is a miferable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of ...
... fent notice of it to the brain to reverse the judg- ment ? In faying this fhe difengaged her hand with a look which I thought a fufficient commentary upon the text . It is a miferable picture which I am going to give of the weakness of ...
Pagina 90
... gently off it , and whipping it up in my own way - I feal'd it up and fent him with it to Madame de L *** and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris . W PARIS . HEN a man can conteft the point 90 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
... gently off it , and whipping it up in my own way - I feal'd it up and fent him with it to Madame de L *** and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris . W PARIS . HEN a man can conteft the point 90 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
Pagina 104
... fent to say again , the gloves would not do ; fo folding our hands within our arms , we both loll'd upon the counter -it was narrow , and there was just room for the parcel to lay between us . The beautiful Griffet look'd fome- times at ...
... fent to say again , the gloves would not do ; fo folding our hands within our arms , we both loll'd upon the counter -it was narrow , and there was just room for the parcel to lay between us . The beautiful Griffet look'd fome- times at ...
Pagina 121
... fent him only to be got bound , and were to be fent back to Verfailles in the morn- ing to the Count de B **** . -And does the Count de B ***** faid I , read Shakespeare ? C'est un Esprit fort , replied the bookfeller . He loves ...
... fent him only to be got bound , and were to be fent back to Verfailles in the morn- ing to the Count de B **** . -And does the Count de B ***** faid I , read Shakespeare ? C'est un Esprit fort , replied the bookfeller . He loves ...
Pagina 131
... fent to the Baftile to - morrow morning . - But I've taken your lodgings for a month , an- fwer'd I , and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France in the world . La Fleur whispered in my ear , That nobody ...
... fent to the Baftile to - morrow morning . - But I've taken your lodgings for a month , an- fwer'd I , and I'll not quit them a day before the time for all the kings of France in the world . La Fleur whispered in my ear , That nobody ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 137 - 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 of confinement...
Pagina 137 - 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.
Pagina 132 - Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile 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 and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within...
Pagina 220 - Shorn indeed ! and to the quick," said I ; " and wast thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee ; thou shouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup.
Pagina 136 - I took a single captive; and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then look'd through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.
Pagina 133 - 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,
Pagina 220 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.
Pagina 224 - ... 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...
Pagina 89 - I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure.