The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, J. Rivington and Sons, J. Dodsley, G. Kearsley, T. Lowndes, G. Robinson, 1780 |
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... Twas the agitation , faid I coolly , of writing a preface . - I never heard , faid the other , who was a fimple Traveller , of a preface wrote in a Defo- bligeant . It would have been better , faid I , in a Vis a Vis . • As an ...
... Twas the agitation , faid I coolly , of writing a preface . - I never heard , faid the other , who was a fimple Traveller , of a preface wrote in a Defo- bligeant . It would have been better , faid I , in a Vis a Vis . • As an ...
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... twas not material ; for the drawing was in- ftantly fet about , and long before we had got to the door of the Remife , Fancy had finish'd the whole head , and pleased herself as much with its fitting her god- defs , as if she had dived ...
... twas not material ; for the drawing was in- ftantly fet about , and long before we had got to the door of the Remife , Fancy had finish'd the whole head , and pleased herself as much with its fitting her god- defs , as if she had dived ...
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... twas too late to fay whether it was the weaknefs or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this conteft - but be it as it would -he begg'd we might exchange boxes --In faying this , he prefented his to me with one hand , as he ...
... twas too late to fay whether it was the weaknefs or goodness of our tempers which had involved us in this conteft - but be it as it would -he begg'd we might exchange boxes --In faying this , he prefented his to me with one hand , as he ...
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... twas a churl- ish beast into whofe heart the idea could firft enter , to conftruct fuch a machine ; nor had I much more charity for the man who could think of ufing it . I obferved the lady was as little taken with it as myself : fo ...
... twas a churl- ish beast into whofe heart the idea could firft enter , to conftruct fuch a machine ; nor had I much more charity for the man who could think of ufing it . I obferved the lady was as little taken with it as myself : fo ...
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... twas nothing but the account of his miferable feelings . I met Smelfungus in the grand porti- co of the pantheon - he was just coming out of it - ' Tis nothing but a huge cock- pit * , faid he - I wish you had faid no * Vide S- ' s ...
... twas nothing but the account of his miferable feelings . I met Smelfungus in the grand porti- co of the pantheon - he was just coming out of it - ' Tis nothing but a huge cock- pit * , faid he - I wish you had faid no * Vide S- ' s ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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