An Inland Voyage and Travels with a DonkeyScott, Foresman, 1919 - Всего страниц: 262 |
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... returned to America , he determined , quite unwisely in the judgment of his family and friends , to follow her . That Stevenson should cross the Atlantic practically as a steerage passenger , and , after his arrival in New York ...
... returned to America , he determined , quite unwisely in the judgment of his family and friends , to follow her . That Stevenson should cross the Atlantic practically as a steerage passenger , and , after his arrival in New York ...
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... returned with his wife to Scotland . For the next seven years , in quest of health for both , they made frequent changes of residence , sojourn- ing at different places in Scotland , at Davos Platz , at the pleasant Châlet la Solitude ...
... returned with his wife to Scotland . For the next seven years , in quest of health for both , they made frequent changes of residence , sojourn- ing at different places in Scotland , at Davos Platz , at the pleasant Châlet la Solitude ...
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... returned to Apia , and set about the arduous labors of making the estate habitable . Upon this estate , to which he gave the name of Vailima ( Five Rivers ) , Stevenson lived until his death . It stood about three miles from the coast ...
... returned to Apia , and set about the arduous labors of making the estate habitable . Upon this estate , to which he gave the name of Vailima ( Five Rivers ) , Stevenson lived until his death . It stood about three miles from the coast ...
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... returned with good news . There were beds to be had some ten minutes ' walk from where we were , at a place called Pont . We stowed the canoes in a granary , and asked among the children for a guide . The circle at once widened round us ...
... returned with good news . There were beds to be had some ten minutes ' walk from where we were , at a place called Pont . We stowed the canoes in a granary , and asked among the children for a guide . The circle at once widened round us ...
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... returned to the hotel ; and the sentries on the ramparts were already looking for daybreak . SAMBRE AND OISE CANAL CANAL BOATS NEXT day we made a late start in the rain . The judge politely escorted us to the end of the lock under an um ...
... returned to the hotel ; and the sentries on the ramparts were already looking for daybreak . SAMBRE AND OISE CANAL CANAL BOATS NEXT day we made a late start in the rain . The judge politely escorted us to the end of the lock under an um ...
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Стр. 181 - For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints. Alas, as we get up in life, and are more preoccupied with our affairs, even a holiday is a thing that must be worked for.
Стр. 206 - ... passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield. All night long he can hear Nature breathing deeply and freely ; even as she takes her rest, she turns and smiles...
Стр. 206 - Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof ; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature.
Стр. 42 - To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive. Such a man may be generous ; he may be honest in something more than the commercial sense; he may love his friends with an elective, personal sympathy, and not accept them as an adjunct of the station to which he has been called. He may be a man, in short, acting on his...
Стр. 206 - Nature breathing deeply and freely; even as she takes her rest, she turns and smiles; and there is one stirring hour unknown to those who dwell in houses, when a wakeful influence goes abroad over the sleeping hemisphere, and all the outdoor world are on their feet. It is then that the cock first crows, not this time to announce the dawn, but like a cheerful watchman speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows; sheep break their fast on dewy hillsides, and change to a new lair among...
Стр. 231 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Стр. 84 - You can never know, till you try it, what a dead pull a river makes against a man. Death himself had me by the heels, for this was his last ambuscade, and he must now join personally in the fray. And still I held to my paddle. At last I dragged myself on to my stomach on the trunk, and lay there a breathless sop, with a mingled sense of humor and injustice. A poor figure I must have presented to Burns upon the hill-top with his team. But there was the paddle in my hand. On my tomb, if ever I have...
Стр. 208 - A faint wind, more like a moving coolness than a stream of air, passed down the glade from time to time ; so that even in my great chamber the air was being renewed all night long. I thought with horror of the inn at Chasserades and the congregated nightcaps; with horror of the nocturnal prowesses of clerks and students, of hot theatres and pass-keys and close rooms. I have not often enjoyed...
Стр. 206 - ... the dawn, but like a cheerful watchman speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows; sheep break their fast on dewy hillsides, and change to a new lair among the ferns ; and houseless men, who have lain down with the fowls, open their dim eyes and behold the beauty of the night. At what inaudible summons, at what gentle touch of Nature, are all these sleepers thus recalled in the same hour to life?
Стр. 227 - To wash in one of God's rivers in the open air seems to me a sort of cheerful solemnity or semi-pagan act of worship. To dabble among dishes in a bedroom may perhaps make clean the body; but the imagination takes no share in such a * Tusitala (" teller of tales ") Is the name which was given him by the Samoau natives.