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" 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... "
The English instructor; or, Useful and entertaining passages in prose ... - Página 202
por English instructor - 1801 - 258 páginas
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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy

Laurence Sterne - 2006 - 184 páginas
...looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that...the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice:his childrenBut here my heart began to bleed - and I was forced to go on with another part...
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A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy: And, Continuation of the ...

Laurence Sterne - 2006 - 252 páginas
...confinement,4 and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd.5 Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western 1 Cf. Ignatius Sancho's (see above, p. 101, n. 7) comment: "in me, you behold the uplifted hands of...
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Yorick's Congregation: The Church of England in the Time of Laurence Sterne

Martha F. Bowden - 2007 - 291 páginas
...and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or...
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Arthur Mervyn; Or, Memoirs of the Year 1793: With Related Texts

Charles Brockden Brown, Philip Barnard, Stephen Shapiro - 2008 - 488 páginas
...and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time — nor had the voice of friend...
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