The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, J. Rivington and Sons, J. Dodsley, G. Kearsley, T. Lowndes, G. Robinson, 1780 |
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... lady just ar- rived at the inn - I drew the taffeta cur- tain betwixt us , and being determined to write my journey , I took out my pen and ink , and wrote the preface to it in the Defobligeant . PREFACE . IN THE DESOBLIGEANT . T must ...
... lady just ar- rived at the inn - I drew the taffeta cur- tain betwixt us , and being determined to write my journey , I took out my pen and ink , and wrote the preface to it in the Defobligeant . PREFACE . IN THE DESOBLIGEANT . T must ...
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... lady whom I had feen in conference with the monk - fhe had followed us unperceived - Heaven for- bid indeed ! faid I , offering her my own . fhe had a black pair of filk gloves , open only at the thumb and two fore- fingers , fo ...
... lady whom I had feen in conference with the monk - fhe had followed us unperceived - Heaven for- bid indeed ! faid I , offering her my own . fhe had a black pair of filk gloves , open only at the thumb and two fore- fingers , fo ...
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... lady just arrived at the inn - I told him the whole truth ; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to . Sufpicion croff- ed my brain , and faid , he was telling her what had paffed ...
... lady just arrived at the inn - I told him the whole truth ; for I was full as much restrained by the appearance and figure of the lady he was talking to . Sufpicion croff- ed my brain , and faid , he was telling her what had paffed ...
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... of cour tely - if not of fervice . Such were my temptations - and in this difpofition to give way to them , was I left alone with the lady with her hand in mine , and with our faces both turned 30 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY :
... of cour tely - if not of fervice . Such were my temptations - and in this difpofition to give way to them , was I left alone with the lady with her hand in mine , and with our faces both turned 30 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY :
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... lady ! faid I , raifing her hand up a little lightly as I began , must be one of Fortune's whimfical doings : to take two utter ftrangers by their hands - of different fexes , and perhaps from different cor- ners of the globe , and in ...
... lady ! faid I , raifing her hand up a little lightly as I began , must be one of Fortune's whimfical doings : to take two utter ftrangers by their hands - of different fexes , and perhaps from different cor- ners of the globe , and in ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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