 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...  The Quarterly Review - Page 30publié par - 1897Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Edward Gibbon - 1796 - 360 pages
...orb of the moon was reflected from waters, and all nature was fi'ent. I will not diflemble the firft emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps., the eftablifhment of my fame. But my pride was foon humbled , and a fober melancholy was fprcad over my... | |
 | 1797 - 610 pages
...the moon was reflefted from the waters, and all nature was iilerit. I will not diffemble the firfl emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the eftablifliment of my fame. But my pride was foon humbled, and a fober melancholy was fpread over my... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1805 - 512 pages
...commemorate the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1811 - 542 pages
...sky was serene, the silver orb of the noon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was alien I. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon hum* bled, and a sober melancholy was spread over mjr imind, by the idea that... | |
 | 1813 - 716 pages
...serene, the silver orb of the moon Was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I wiH not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery...freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1813 - 532 pages
...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, the eftablifhment of my fame. But my pride was foon humbled, and a- fober melancholy was fpread over my... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 544 pages
...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...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1814 - 548 pages
...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...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the " idea that I... | |
 | Edward Gibbon - 1816 - 498 pages
...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,...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humhled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had... | |
 | 1817 - 494 pages
...precious fuel. *16. 1794. — GIBBON DIED. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that...freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had... | |
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