A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick. In Two Volumes. ...A. Millar and J. Hodges, 1782 |
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Pàgina 29
... hour I 1 %% pro- pofed : La Fleur got up behind , and I bid the coachman make the best of his way to Verfailles . As there is nothing in this road , or rather nothing which I look for in tra- velling , I cannot fill up the blank better ...
... hour I 1 %% pro- pofed : La Fleur got up behind , and I bid the coachman make the best of his way to Verfailles . As there is nothing in this road , or rather nothing which I look for in tra- velling , I cannot fill up the blank better ...
Pàgina 35
... hour , with an efcort . I BELIEVE fo , faid I - Then I'll go to the Duke , by heaven ! with all the gaiety and debonairness in the world . -AND there you are wrong again , re- plied I --- A heart at ease , Yorick , flies in- to extremes ...
... hour , with an efcort . I BELIEVE fo , faid I - Then I'll go to the Duke , by heaven ! with all the gaiety and debonairness in the world . -AND there you are wrong again , re- plied I --- A heart at ease , Yorick , flies in- to extremes ...
Pàgina 37
... hours , faid he , looking at his watch . The num- ber of equipages in the court - yard feem- ed to justify the calculation , that I could have no nearer a profpect --- and as walking backwards and forwards in the faloon without a foul ...
... hours , faid he , looking at his watch . The num- ber of equipages in the court - yard feem- ed to justify the calculation , that I could have no nearer a profpect --- and as walking backwards and forwards in the faloon without a foul ...
Pàgina 63
... hours - Pardonnez moi , Monfieur le Count , faid I - I am not the king's jefter .--- But you are Yorick ? —Yes , -- Et vous plaifan- tez ? -I answered , Indeed I did jeft --- but was not paid for it'twas entirely at my own expence . WE ...
... hours - Pardonnez moi , Monfieur le Count , faid I - I am not the king's jefter .--- But you are Yorick ? —Yes , -- Et vous plaifan- tez ? -I answered , Indeed I did jeft --- but was not paid for it'twas entirely at my own expence . WE ...
Pàgina 83
... hour , in which time , he had made a dozen turns backwards and for- wards , and found that he invariably pur- fued the fame plan . THERE were two things very fingular in this , which fet my brain to work , and to no purpose the first ...
... hour , in which time , he had made a dozen turns backwards and for- wards , and found that he invariably pur- fued the fame plan . THERE were two things very fingular in this , which fet my brain to work , and to no purpose the first ...
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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: By Mr. Yorick Laurence Sterne Visualització completa - 1794 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 130 - I sat down close by her, and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell, with my handkerchief. I then...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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.