A sentimental journey

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Page 81 - ... laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed 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 toward the door, then cast it down, shook his head and went on with his work of affliction.
Page 128 - HEAVEN— eternal fountain of our feelings!— 'tis here I trace thee — and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction"— 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.— Touch...
Page 32 - Tii nothing but a huge cockpit,* said he — I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I — for in passing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common strumpet, without the least provocation in nature.
Page 79 - 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 !
Page 93 - I conceive every fair being as a temple, and would rather enter in, and see the original drawings and loose sketches hung up in it, than the transfiguration of Raphael itself. The thirst of this, continued I, as impatient as that which inflames the breast of the connoisseur, has led me from my own home into France — and from France will lead me through Italy...
Page 125 - ... she had washed it, she said, in the brook, and kept it ever since in her pocket, to restore it to him in case she should ever see him again, which, she added, he had half promised her.
Page 31 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren — and so it is ; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
Page 78 - ... least for a month or six weeks; at the end of which, if he is a harmless fellow his innocence appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in.
Page 7 - I, replying to a cast upwards with his eyes, with which he had concluded his address — 'tis very true — and heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.
Page 5 - I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by -the way...

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