 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 pàgines
...the hours of eleven and twelve that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in ray are known to few ; it is impossible even for a good wit to understand and practise them acudas. which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate,... | |
 | Thomas Roscoe - 1830 - 594 pàgines
...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 beryeau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 pàgines
...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. The silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy... | |
 | 1833 - 666 pàgines
...between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wroic the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several...and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky wa? serene, the silver orb of the rnoon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1835 - 362 pàgines
...between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last line of the last page in a summerhouse in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several...the sky was serene, the silver \ orb of the moon was reflected from the waves, and all nature was silent." What a picture ! Who does not enter into what... | |
 | William Cowper, William Hayley - 1835 - 354 pàgines
...of the last page, in a summerhouse in my garden. After laying down my pen, I * See vol. ii. p. 177. took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of...the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy... | |
 | John Claudius Loudon - 1835 - 1326 pàgines
...his riches, since Gibbon's death, have been bestowed upon either. Nature has preserved the terrace, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains ; but the summer-house at the end of it, where Gibbon composed the last page of his history, is now... | |
 | William Cowper - 1836 - 526 pàgines
...of the last page, in a summerhouse in my garden. After laying down my pen, I * See vol. ii. p. 177. took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of...the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy... | |
 | William Cowper - 1835 - 360 pàgines
...of the lasUpage, in a summerhouse in my garden. After laying down my pen, I * See vol. ii. p. 177. took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of...the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy... | |
 | 1836 - 444 pàgines
...wrote the last line of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I look several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias,...the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy... | |
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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... 
