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The young Princess here, who is a child compared with the Electress, knits very prettily. A propos, mamma and I earnestly beg you, dear papa, to send our charming cousin a souvenir; we both regretted so much having nothing with us, but we promised to write to you to send her something. My cousin took the receipts for me at my concert. Addio! Mannheim, Nov. 5, 1777. My dear Coz Buzz,
Say to nurse Urserl that I still think I sent back all her songs, but if, engrossed by high and mighty thoughts of Italy, I carried one off with me, I shall not fail, if I find it, to enclose it in one of my letters. Addio, my children, farewell! I kiss mamma's hands a thousand times, and send you a thousand kisses and salutes on your queer monkey face. Per fare il fine, I am yours, &c.
He held his hands out, with the light soft smile of one who asks forgiveness for flippant speech, and concluded firmly: "I have talked enough, and you are the man of sense I thought you; for to give me advice is childish when no power on earth could make me follow it. Addio! Kiss me." They embraced.
It had been one of the noisiest days spent during several years in clamorous Italy, whose voiceful uproar strikes to the summits of her guardian Alps, and greets the coming stranger, and whose loud Addio would stun him at parting, if he had not meanwhile become habituated to the operatic pitch of her every-day tones.
When the boy's mother came out on to the terrace a moment later Olive's blue eyes were full of tears and the rose flush of her cheeks had deepened, but she looked at her friend very kindly as she uttered the word he had been afraid to hear. "Addio!"
Dying there is not death; it's flying into the dawn. You Romans envy us. Come, confess it; you envy us. You have no Alps, no crimson hills, nothing but old walls to look on while you fight. Farewell, Merthyr Powys. I hear my servant's foot outside. My horse is awaiting me saddled, a mile from the city. Perhaps I shall see my wife again at the door below, or in heaven. Addio! Kiss Luciano for me.
But I am too grateful for your amiability to let you run such a risk. Addio, Signor Inglese. There are many reasons why I can't let you draw my picture, but I am not ungrateful, see!" and she offered me her cheek, on which I instantly imprinted a chaste and fraternal salute. "Don't think that you've seen the last of me, carrissima," I called out, as she turned away.
Addio I will call on you to-morrow, if my wretched state of health will allow me." And with these words we parted. Ambition is a lottery, where, however uneven the chances, there are some prizes; but in dissipation, every one draws a blank. Letters of Stephen Montague.
They wished to do this to me also, but though seven women tried it, the whole seven together did not succeed in throwing me down. Addio! The travellers arrived again at home towards the end of March, 1771.
"You'll come to-morrow?" "I'll come to-morrow," she repeated, drawing away from him a little. "And we shall be friends?" She nodded. "I must go now, I think." "Addio!" he said. "I shall look for you. For the present I must remain here, with the Committee." When Janet reached Faber Street she halted on the corner of Stanley to stare into the window of the glorified drugstore.
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