The Journal of an Exile ...Saunders and Otley, 1825 |
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Aimée amidst appearance arms arrived beautiful began beneath blessed boats Boulogne bright ça ira Canebière Chevalier church Cinq Mars Cossack cottage Count of Provence crowd Curé dark door dreadful Eugene eyes father feel fête flowers fresh gate gensdarmes Guche hand happy harbour hastened hath heard heart hermit holy Hôtel Hôtel de Ville hurried Huveaune Joseph le Bon Lazarette looked Marseilles Mary Maximian morning mother mountains never night Orbitelle Outreau Paris passed peasants perhaps persons poor pray present priest Provence quay reached replied rest Rhône rich road rock rose round Saint Saint Nicholas Saint Roch scene seemed seen shouts side sight sitting smiling song soon standing stood streets thee thou thought tion told town trees Troubadours vessel vines vineyards walked wandering waters wild wind window wine young
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Página 76 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Página 33 - The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad ; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.
Página 318 - And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting; the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.
Página 18 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Página 81 - Just in the nick, the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving-man, with dish in hand March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Presented, and away.
Página 76 - ... renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Página 30 - Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionum Coget omnes ante thronum.
Página 134 - But sure to foreign climes we need not range, Nor search the ancient records of our race, To learn the dire effects of time and change, Which in ourselves, alas ! we daily trace. Yet at the darken'd...
Página 120 - That build your bliss on hope of earthly thing, And vainly think yourselves half happy then, When painted faces with smooth flattering Do fawn on you, and your wide praises sing ; And, when the courting masker louteth low, Him true in heart and trusty to you trow. "All is but feigned, and with...
Página 56 - I ; but in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say, so I swallowed my brandy, and made a second attempt to retreat.