 | Charles Dickens - 1844 - 472 páginas
...now we travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees; next minute in a patch of vapour; emerging now upon our broad clear course; withdrawing now, but always dashing on, onr journey is a counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the Uoon. Yoho , yoho ! The beauty of... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1864 - 514 páginas
...the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees; next minute in a patch of vapour;-emerging now upon our broad clear course ; withdrawing now,...when Day comes leaping up. Yoho! Two stages, and the country-roads are almost changed to a continuous street. Yoho, past market-gardens, rows of houses,... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1864 - 516 páginas
...now we travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapour ; emerging now upon our broad clear course;...Yoho! Yoho! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, wb,en Day comes leaping up. Yoho! Two stages, and the country-roads are almost changed to a continuous... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 páginas
...noW we travel like the moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapour ; emerging now upon our broad clear course...counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the Moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when Day comes leaping up. Yoho ! Two stages, and the country... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1875 - 576 páginas
...now we travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapour ; emerging now upon our broad clear course...counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the Moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when Day comes leaping up. Yoho! Two stages, and the country... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1868 - 614 páginas
...now we travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapour ; emerging now upon our broad clear course...counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the Moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when Day comes leaping up. Yoho ! Two stages, and the country... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1869 - 498 páginas
...this minute in a grove of trees; next minule in a patch of vapour; emerging now upon our broad dear course; withdrawing now, but always dashing on, our...when Day comes leaping up. Yoho! Two stages, and the country-roads are almost changed to a continuous street. Yoho, past market-gardens, rows of houses,... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1869 - 150 páginas
...now we travel like the moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapour ; emerging now upon our broad clear course...counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when day comes leaping up. Yoho ! Two stages, and the country... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1920 - 976 páginas
...travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapor; emerging now upon our broad clear course ; withdrawing...counterpart of hers. Yoho ! A match against the Moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when Day comes leaping up. Yoho ! Two stages, and the country... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1869 - 1252 páginas
...travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of vapor ; emerging now upon our broad clear course; withdrawing...always dashing on, our journey is a counterpart of hen. Yolio ! A match against the Moon ! The beauty of the night is hardly felt, when Day comes leaping... | |
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Yoho ! Why now we travel like the Moon herself. Hiding this minute in a grove of trees ; next minute in a patch of... 
