The Works of Laurence Sterne: With a Life of the Author, 2. köideBickers & son, 1873 |
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... count not the number of my scars , -nor does my fancy go forth into dark entries and bye- corners to antedate my stabs . In a word , my pen takes its course ; and I write on , as much from the full- ness of my heart as my stomach . But ...
... count not the number of my scars , -nor does my fancy go forth into dark entries and bye- corners to antedate my stabs . In a word , my pen takes its course ; and I write on , as much from the full- ness of my heart as my stomach . But ...
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... Counts de Guignes ; and as it boasts at present of no less than fourteen thousand inhabitants , exclusive of four hundred and twenty distinct families in the basse ville , or suburbs , —it must have grown up , by little and little , I ...
... Counts de Guignes ; and as it boasts at present of no less than fourteen thousand inhabitants , exclusive of four hundred and twenty distinct families in the basse ville , or suburbs , —it must have grown up , by little and little , I ...
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... Count of Boulogne , to the present war , wherein many reparations were made , have cost ( as I learnt afterwards from an engi- neer in Gascony ) -above a hundred millions of livres . -It is very remarkable , that at the Tête de Grave ...
... Count of Boulogne , to the present war , wherein many reparations were made , have cost ( as I learnt afterwards from an engi- neer in Gascony ) -above a hundred millions of livres . -It is very remarkable , that at the Tête de Grave ...
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... count a single point : so had been piqued and repiqued , and capotted to the Devil . CHAPTER X. ALL which being considered , and that Death moreover might be much nearer me than I imagined , —I wish I was at Abbeville ! quoth I , were ...
... count a single point : so had been piqued and repiqued , and capotted to the Devil . CHAPTER X. ALL which being considered , and that Death moreover might be much nearer me than I imagined , —I wish I was at Abbeville ! quoth I , were ...
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... a number of souls ( counting from the fall of Adam ) as can possibly be damn'd to the end of the world . From what he has made this second estimate , - unless from the parental goodness of God , -I don't 94 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
... a number of souls ( counting from the fall of Adam ) as can possibly be damn'd to the end of the world . From what he has made this second estimate , - unless from the parental goodness of God , -I don't 94 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
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Page 15 - I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with my own ears, or I could not have believed it. Are you sure of it ? replied the curate. A soldier, an' please your reverence, said I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson ; and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world. 'Twas well said of thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby. But when a soldier,...
Page 305 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris — from Paris to Rome — and so on — but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted — He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Page 214 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 12 - IT was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that Corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account : I despaired at first...
Page 20 - My uncle Toby went to his bureau, put his purse into his breeches pocket, and, having ordered the Corporal to go early in the morning for a physician, he went to bed and fell asleep.
Page 409 - Eternal fountain of our feelings ! — 'tis here I trace thee — and this is thy ' divinity which stirs within me' — not that in some sad and sickening moments, ' my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction ' — 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...
Page 357 - said the starling. I stood looking at the bird; and to every person who came through the passage it ran, fluttering to the side towards which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity. "I can't get out!
Page 412 - ... and in three minutes every soul was ready, upon a little esplanade before the house, to begin. The old man and his wife came out last, and, placing me betwixt them, sat down upon a sofa of turf by the door.
Page 15 - ... an' please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold water — or engaged, said I, for months together in long and dangerous marches ; harassed, perhaps, in his rear to-day ; harassing others to-morrow ; detached here ; countermanded there ; resting this night out upon his arms ; beat up in his shirt the next ; benumbed in his joints ; perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on, [he] must say his prayers how and when he can. I believe...
Page 357 - I took to be of a child, which complained "it could not get out". — I look'd 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,