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Página 8 - There is a certain relief in change even though it be from bad to worse ! As I have found in, travelling in a stage-coach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
Página 23 - MY uncle lay with his eyes half closed, and his nightcap drawn almost down to his nose. His fancy was already wandering, and began to mingle up the present scene with the crater of Vesuvius, the French Opera, the Coliseum at Rome, Dolly's Chop-house in London, and all the farrago of noted places with which the brain of a traveller is crammed ; in a word, he was just falling asleep.
Página 8 - ... so that when I attempt to draw forth a fact, I cannot determine whether I have read, heard, or dreamt it; and I am always at a loss to know how much to believe of my own stories.
Página 141 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 99 - For my part, I consider a story merely as a frame on which to stretch my materials. It is the play of thought, and sentiment, and language ; the weaving in of characters, lightly, yet expressively delineated ; the familiar and faithful exhibition of scenes in common life ; and the half-concealed vein of humor that is often playing through the whole ; — these are among what I aim at, and upon which I felicitate myself in proportion as I think I succeed.
Página 330 - replied the black man, with a half civil nod. Such was the opening of this interview, according to tho old story ; though it has almost too familiar an air to be credited. One would think that to meet with such a singular personage, in this wild, lonely place, would have shaken any man's nerves ; but Tom was a hard-minded fellow...
Página 313 - Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid...
Página 336 - ... was dreaming of making sudden fortunes from nothing. As usual the fever had subsided ; the dream had gone off, and the imaginary fortunes with it; the patients were left in doleful plight, and the whole country resounded with the consequent cry of "hard times.
Página 48 - ... sensitive nature, disgusted him with society and the world, and made him more than ever a recluse. He shut himself up in a solitary apartment in the Pays Latin, the quarter of students. There, in a -gloomy street not far from the monastic walls of the Sorbonne, he pursued his favorite speculations.