| Charles George Harper - 1922 - 296 стор.
...Brighton in 1770 in the company of the Thrales and Fanny Burney, declared the neighbourhood to be so desolate that " if one had a mind to hang one's self...would be difficult to find a tree on which to fasten a rope." At any rate it would have needed a particularly stout tree to serve Johnson's turn, had he... | |
| Charles George Harper - 1922 - 296 стор.
...Brighton in 1770 in the company of the Thrales and Fanny Burney, declared the neighbourhood to be so desolate that " if one had a mind to hang one's self...would be difficult to find a tree on which to fasten a rope." At any rate it would have needed a particularly stout tree to serve Johnson's turn, had he... | |
| Hesther Lynch Piozzi - 2006 - 302 стор.
...however, and detested Brighthelmstone Downs, "because it was a country so truly desolate," he said, "that if one had a mind to hang one's self for desperation...difficult to find a tree on which to fasten the rope." Walking in a wood when it rained was, I think, the only rural image he pleased his fancy with; "for,"... | |
| Hesther Lynch Piozzi - 2000 - 270 стор.
...however, and detested Brighthelmstone Downs, "because it was a country so truly desolate (he said), that if one had a mind to hang one's self for desperation...difficult to find a tree on which to fasten the rope." Walking in a wood when it rained, was, I think, the only rural image he pleased his fancy with; "for... | |
| 130 стор.
...downs, "because it was a country so truly desolate", he said, "that if one had a mind to hang oneself for desperation at being obliged to live there, it...difficult to find a tree on which to fasten the rope". This extract is enlightening. Fine forest trees are exactly the objects to strike an intelligent observer,... | |
| 1912 - 1222 стор.
...said of the Downs that they were " a country so truly desolate that if one had a mind to hang oneself for desperation at being obliged to live there, it...would be difficult to find a tree on which to fasten a rope." Perhaps then, when the coach wheels sank axle-deep in the mud, and gentlemen of the road still... | |
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