| Baptist Wriothesley Noel - 1848 - 394 páginas
...rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden....moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps,... | |
| Charles Maybury Archer - 1848 - 292 páginas
...night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last line of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden....the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waves, and all nature was silent." At a little inn at Morges, about two miles distant from Lausanne,... | |
| J. T. Headley - 1848 - 410 páginas
...rather the night of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last line of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden....the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waves, and all nature was silent." This remarkable passage throws open the feelings of the inner man... | |
| W. B. Carnochan - 1987 - 260 páginas
...rather the night of the 2jth of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden....and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky 19 was serene; the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent.... | |
| Edward Gibbon - 1998 - 1094 páginas
...rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summerhouse in my garden....orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and .ill nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions ofjoy on the recovery of my freedom,... | |
| Eugene L. Stelzig - 2000 - 302 páginas
...27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve that I wrote the last page in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several...moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom and perhaps... | |
| H.v. Morton - 2009 - 256 páginas
...the hours of eleven and twelve, that 'I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer house of my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several...moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. 1 will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the... | |
| David Womersley - 2002 - 472 páginas
...the night, of the ayth ofJune, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden....After laying down my pen I took several turns in a batrau, or covered walk of Acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.... | |
| Albert Barnes - 1879 - 451 páginas
...rather night of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden....moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not describe the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps... | |
| Thomas Hardy - 2007 - 532 páginas
...between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen I took several...prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. It is uncertain whether Hardy chose that particular evening for sitting out in the garden because he... | |
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