The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, J. Rivington and Sons, J. Dodsley, G. Kearsley, T. Lowndes, G. Robinson, 1780 |
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... faid I , this matter better in France- You have been in France ? faid my gentleman , turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world . Strange ! quoth I , debating the matter with myself , That one and twen- ty miles ...
... faid I , this matter better in France- You have been in France ? faid my gentleman , turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world . Strange ! quoth I , debating the matter with myself , That one and twen- ty miles ...
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... faid I - the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race : they may be misled like other people ; but there is a mild- nefs in their blood . As I acknowledged this , I felt a fuffufion of a finer kind upon my cheek - more warm and friendly to ...
... faid I - the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race : they may be misled like other people ; but there is a mild- nefs in their blood . As I acknowledged this , I felt a fuffufion of a finer kind upon my cheek - more warm and friendly to ...
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... faid I to myself , I fhould have overfet her creed . The acceffion of that idea carried nature , at that time , as high as fhe could go I was at peace with the world before , and this finish'd the treaty with myself- 4 A SENTIMENTAL ...
... faid I to myself , I fhould have overfet her creed . The acceffion of that idea carried nature , at that time , as high as fhe could go I was at peace with the world before , and this finish'd the treaty with myself- 4 A SENTIMENTAL ...
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... faid I , replying to a caft upwards with his eyes , with which he had concluded his ad- drefs - ' tis very true - and heaven be their refource who have no other but the charity of the world , the stock of which , I fear , is no way ...
... faid I , replying to a caft upwards with his eyes , with which he had concluded his ad- drefs - ' tis very true - and heaven be their refource who have no other but the charity of the world , the stock of which , I fear , is no way ...
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... faid they - Your most obedient servant , faid I , fkipping out of it , and pulling off my hat - We were wondering , faid one of them , who , I found , was an in- quifitive Traveller , -what could occafion its motion.'Twas the agitation , ...
... faid they - Your most obedient servant , faid I , fkipping out of it , and pulling off my hat - We were wondering , faid one of them , who , I found , was an in- quifitive Traveller , -what could occafion its motion.'Twas the agitation , ...
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Abdera againſt almoſt Baftile befide begg'd better betwixt bidet caft CALAIS chaife cloſe Count Deffein door Eugenius eyes fafe faid fhe fame fcarce fecond feem'd feemed feen fent fentiment feven fhall fhew fhop fhould fide filk fille de chambre fimple fingle firft firſt Fleur fmall fome fomething foon foul fous fpirit French ftand ftep ftill ftood ftory ftranger fuch fupper fure fweet hand heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour houſe infifted inftantly itſelf juſt La Fleur lady laft lefs look look'd Louis d'ors Madame mafter Maria moft Monf Monfieur moſt muſt myſelf NAMPONT notary obferving occafion opera comique paffage paffing pafs'd Paris pocket poftillion poor portmanteau prefented reafon reft Remife ſaid ſcarce ſhe Smelfungus ſtep ſtory ſtreet thee theſe thing thou told took traveller turn twas uſe walk'd whilft whofe worfe Yorick
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Seite 166 - ... mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation...
Seite 7 - Truth might lie between He was certainly sixty-five; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seemed to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account. It was one of those heads, which Guido has often painted mild, pale penetrating, free from all commonplace ideas of fat contented ignorance looking downwards upon the earth it looked forwards; but looked, as if it looked at something beyond this world.
Seite 159 - When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road leading to a thicket, I discovered poor Maria sitting under a poplar; — she was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand. A small brook ran at the foot of the tree.
Seite 51 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan. to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren and so it is; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
Seite 102 - Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another word for a tower ;— and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of. — Mercy on the gouty ! for they are in it twice a year. — But with nine livres a day, and pen and ink and paper and patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within...
Seite 103 - As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction.
Seite 103 - ... there. He had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh : I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture...
Seite 68 - I'm sure thou hast been a merciful master to him. Alas! said the mourner, I thought so when he was alive ; but now that he is dead, I think otherwise. I fear the weight of myself and my afflictions together, have been too much for him, they have shortened the poor creature's days, and I fear I have them to answer for.
Seite 68 - The mourner said, he did not want it it was not the value of the ass but the loss of him The ass, he said, he was assured loved him...
Seite 159 - Sylvio, said she. I looked in Maria's eyes, and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; for as she uttered them the tears trickled down