The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, 1783 |
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... whose beams are not croffed and interchanged with others Knowledge in moft of its branches , and in most affairs , is like mufic in an Italian ftreet , whereof thofe may partake , who pay nothing - But there is no nation under heaven ...
... whose beams are not croffed and interchanged with others Knowledge in moft of its branches , and in most affairs , is like mufic in an Italian ftreet , whereof thofe may partake , who pay nothing - But there is no nation under heaven ...
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... whose whole infantry does not ex- ' ceed a fingle man , had beft quit the field ; and fignalize himself in the ca- binet , if he can get up into it - I fay up into it for there is no defcending perpendicular amongst ' em with a " Me ...
... whose whole infantry does not ex- ' ceed a fingle man , had beft quit the field ; and fignalize himself in the ca- binet , if he can get up into it - I fay up into it for there is no defcending perpendicular amongst ' em with a " Me ...
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... whose philanthropy I never think of at this long distance from his death - but my eyes gush out with tears . For his fake , I have a predilection for the whole corps of veterans ; and fo I ftrode over the two back rows of benches , and ...
... whose philanthropy I never think of at this long distance from his death - but my eyes gush out with tears . For his fake , I have a predilection for the whole corps of veterans ; and fo I ftrode over the two back rows of benches , and ...
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... whose taste is grateful , and ever will be fo , till NATURE herfelf fhall change- no tint of words can fpot thy fnowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy fcep- tre into iron - with thee to fmile upon him as he eats his cruft , the fwain ...
... whose taste is grateful , and ever will be fo , till NATURE herfelf fhall change- no tint of words can fpot thy fnowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy fcep- tre into iron - with thee to fmile upon him as he eats his cruft , the fwain ...
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... whose records , faid he , clafping his hands together , I am to be condemn'd or acquitted ! the Notary held up the point of his pen betwixt the taper and his eye- -It is a ftory , Monfieur le Notaire , faid the gentleman , which will ...
... whose records , faid he , clafping his hands together , I am to be condemn'd or acquitted ! the Notary held up the point of his pen betwixt the taper and his eye- -It is a ftory , Monfieur le Notaire , faid the gentleman , which will ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 220 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.
Página 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...
Página 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.