 It was on the day, or 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. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered...  Lake Geneva and Its Literary Landmarks - Sayfa 260Francis Henry Gribble tarafından - 1901 - 352 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1828 - 562 sayfa
...mountains. The air was temperate, the sky iras serene, the silver orb of the moon vas reflec'cd on the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of j*»y on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of uiv fame. But my pride was... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1805 - 512 sayfa
...pleasures of Lausanne. I could now wish that a pause, an interval, had been allowed for a serious revisal. I have presumed to mark the moment of conception:...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was... | |
 | 1813 - 716 sayfa
...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...reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I wiH not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1813 - 532 sayfa
...of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the fky was ferene, the filver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was filent. I will not diflemble the firft emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps,... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1814 - 726 sayfa
...of Lausanne. I could now wish that a pause, an interval, had been allowed for a serious revisal. , I have presumed to mark the moment of conception :...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 548 sayfa
...the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that 1 wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 544 sayfa
...the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that 1 wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1816 - 498 sayfa
...summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk oí acacias, which commands a prospect of the country,...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was... | |
 | 1817 - 494 sayfa
...months were barely sufficient for the consumption of this precious fuel. *16. 1794. — GIBBON DIED. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was... | |
 | 1849 - 802 sayfa
...turns in a bereean, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene,...was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled,... | |
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