A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy

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J. Johnson, 1802 - 212 Seiten
 

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Nutzerbericht  - Marse - LibraryThing

A Sentimental Journey is the story of a man traveling from England to France and back and his adventures, or should I say, his encounters during the trip. We don't get a lot of "travel" descriptions ... Vollständige Rezension lesen

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Nutzerbericht  - stillatim - LibraryThing

Another great example of why you need to really think about what a book's trying to do before you judge it. This is nice and subtle- on the one hand, it tugs the heart-strings unashamedly; on the ... Vollständige Rezension lesen

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Seite 211 - There was a frankness in my uncle Toby, — not the effect of familiarity, — but the cause of it, — which let you at once into his soul, and showed you the goodness of his nature ; to this there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him...
Seite 204 - I, an' please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold water, - or engaged, said I, for months together in long and dangerous marches; - harassed, perhaps, in his rear today; harassing others tomorrow; - detached here; - countermanded there; resting this night out upon his arms; - beat up in his shirt the next; benumbed in his joints; - perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on; - must say his prayers how and when he can. - I believe,...
Seite 209 - Trim, and if we had him with us, we could tend and look to him. Thou art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim, and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks," added my uncle Toby, smiling, " he might march." " He will never march, an' please your honour, in this world,
Seite 120 - 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 : 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...
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 209 - He will march, said my uncle Toby, rising up from the side of the bed, with one shoe off: An' please your honour, said the corporal, he will never march, but to his grave: He shall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch, — he shall march to his regiment...
Seite 209 - Your honour knows, said the Corporal, I had no orders.— — True, quoth my uncle Toby; — thou didst very right, Trim, as a soldier, — but certainly very wrong as a man. In the second place, for which, indeed, thou hast the same excuse...
Seite 200 - I had not known so much of this affair, added my uncle Toby, — or that I had known more of it: — How shall we manage it? Leave it, an't please your honour, to me, quoth the corporal; — I'll take my hat and stick, and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.
Seite 13 - With all this sail, poor Yorick carried not one ounce of ballast; he was utterly unpractised in the world; and, at the age of twenty-six, knew just about as well how to steer his course in it, as a romping, unsuspicious girl of thirteen : So that upon his first setting out, the brisk gale of his spirits, as you will imagine, ran him foul ten times in a day of somebody's tackling...
Seite 199 - I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compassionate fellow, Trim, yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too. There must be something more than common in him, that, in so short a time, should win so much upon the affections of his host : — And of his whole family, added the Corporal, for they are all concerned for him.

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