The Works of Lawrence Sterne: In Four Volumes, with a Life of the Author, Written by Himself, 1. köideBickers, 1873 |
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Page lii - ... till about the latter end of that year, and cannot omit mentioning this anecdote of myself and schoolmaster :— He had had the ceiling of the school-room new white-washed ; — the ladder remained there : I one unlucky day mounted it, and wrote with a brush, in large capital letters, LAU. STERNE, for which the usher severely whipped me. My master was very much hurt at this, and said, before me, that never should that name be effaced, for I was a boy of genius, and he was sure I should come to...
Page 387 - There is no terror, brother Toby, in its looks, but what it borrows from groans and convulsions — and the blowing of noses and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms of curtains, in a dying man's room.
Page 394 - The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it. — Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of mortality, of which it was the type and fore-runner, like it, — his hand seemed to vanish from under it, — it fell dead, — the corporal's eye fixed upon it, as upon a corpse, — and Susannah burst into a flood of tears.
Page 192 - And how did Garrick speak the soliloquy last night? Oh, against all rule, my Lord, — most ungrammatically! betwixt the substantive and the adjective, which should agree together in number, case, and gender, he made a breach thus, — stopping, as if the point wanted settling; — and betwixt the nominative case, which your lordship knows should govern the verb, he suspended his voice in the epilogue a dozen times three seconds and three fifths by a stop-watch, my Lord, each time.
Page 113 - WRITING, when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation. As no one, who knows what he is about in good company, would venture to talk all; so no author, who understands the just boundaries of decorum and good- breeding, would presume to think all : The truest respect which you can pay to the reader's understanding, is to halve this matter amicably, and leave him something to imagine, in his turn, as well as yourself.
Page 310 - Will this be good for your worships' eyes ? It will do well for mine; and, was it not that my Opinions will be the death of me, I perceive I shall lead a fine life of it out of this self-same Life of mine ; or, in other words, shall lead a couple of fine lives together.
Page vi - There was a frankness in my uncle Toby, not the effect of familiarity, but the cause of it, — which let you at once into his soul and showed you the goodness of his nature ; to this, there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him...
Page vi - ... you the goodness of his nature ; to this, there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him ; so that before...
Page 131 - And hardly do we guess aright at things that are upon earth, And with labour do we find the things that are before us...
Page xxvi - ... and have no other plan in life, but to get through it in sloth and ignorance for the love of God. The poor Franciscan made no reply: a hectic of a moment passed across his cheek, but could not tarry. Nature seemed to have done with her resentments in him : he showed none — but letting his staff fall within his arm, he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast. and retired.