The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, 1783 |
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... hour . The man who first tranfplanted the grape of Burgundy to the Cape of Good Hope ( obferve he was a Dutchman ) ne- ver dreamt of drinking the fame wine at the Cape , that the fame grape produced upon the French mountains - he was ...
... hour . The man who first tranfplanted the grape of Burgundy to the Cape of Good Hope ( obferve he was a Dutchman ) ne- ver dreamt of drinking the fame wine at the Cape , that the fame grape produced upon the French mountains - he was ...
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... hour before - the very fight of it ftirr'd up a difagreeable fenfation within me now ; and I thought ' twas a churl- ifh beaft into whofe heart the idea could first enter , to conftruct such a machine ; nor had I much more charity for ...
... hour before - the very fight of it ftirr'd up a difagreeable fenfation within me now ; and I thought ' twas a churl- ifh beaft into whofe heart the idea could first enter , to conftruct such a machine ; nor had I much more charity for ...
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... hour or two at least after the time , that his filence upon it be- comes tormenting . A courfe of fmall , quiet attentions , not fo pointed as to alarm nor fo vague as to be misun- derstood with now and then a look of kindness , and ...
... hour or two at least after the time , that his filence upon it be- comes tormenting . A courfe of fmall , quiet attentions , not fo pointed as to alarm nor fo vague as to be misun- derstood with now and then a look of kindness , and ...
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... hour in Calais- What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life , by him who interefts his heart in every thing , and who , having eyes to fee what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as ...
... hour in Calais- What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life , by him who interefts his heart in every thing , and who , having eyes to fee what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as ...
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... mained no alternative but taking La Fleur either behind the chaife , or into it- I preferred the latter , and in half an hour we got to the post - houfe at Nam- pont . ND -AN NAMPON T. THE DEAD ASS . this , THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . 73.
... mained no alternative but taking La Fleur either behind the chaife , or into it- I preferred the latter , and in half an hour we got to the post - houfe at Nam- pont . ND -AN NAMPON T. THE DEAD ASS . this , THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . 73.
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Страница 137 - 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 of confinement...
Страница 137 - I saw him pale and feverish : in thirty years the -western breeze had not once fanned his blood — he had •seen no sun, no moon in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice —his children — — But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Страница 132 - 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 220 - Shorn indeed ! and to the quick," said I ; " and wast thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee ; thou shouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup.
Страница 136 - I took a single captive; and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then look'd through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.
Страница 133 - I looked up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage: " I can't get out, I can't get out,
Страница 220 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.
Страница 224 - ... 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 89 - I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure.