The Works of Laurence Sterne: With a Life of the Author, 2. köideBickers & son, 1873 |
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... does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day . He has not stirred from the bed - side these two days . My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork , and thrust his plate from before him , as the landlord 10 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
... does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day . He has not stirred from the bed - side these two days . My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork , and thrust his plate from before him , as the landlord 10 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
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... side , and , as I shut the door , I saw his son take up a cushion . I thought , said the Curate , that you gentlemen of the army , Mr. Trim , never said your prayers at all . I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night , said ...
... side , and , as I shut the door , I saw his son take up a cushion . I thought , said the Curate , that you gentlemen of the army , Mr. Trim , never said your prayers at all . I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night , said ...
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... side.- -If you are Captain Shandy's servant , said he , you must present my thanks to your master , with my little boy's thanks along with them , for his courtesy to me.- -If he was of Levens's , —said the Lieutenant.- -I told him your ...
... side.- -If you are Captain Shandy's servant , said he , you must present my thanks to your master , with my little boy's thanks along with them , for his courtesy to me.- -If he was of Levens's , —said the Lieutenant.- -I told him your ...
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... side , and falling down upon his knee , took the ring in his hand , and kissed it too , then kissed his father , and sat down upon the bed and wept . I wish , said my uncle Toby , with a deep sigh , -I wish , Trim , I was asleep ...
... side , and falling down upon his knee , took the ring in his hand , and kissed it too , then kissed his father , and sat down upon the bed and wept . I wish , said my uncle Toby , with a deep sigh , -I wish , Trim , I was asleep ...
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... side of the bed with one shoe off . -An ' please your Honour , said the Cor- poral , he will never march , but to his grave.- He shall march , cried my uncle Toby , marching the foot which had a shoe on , though without advanc- ing an ...
... side of the bed with one shoe off . -An ' please your Honour , said the Cor- poral , he will never march , but to his grave.- He shall march , cried my uncle Toby , marching the foot which had a shoe on , though without advanc- ing an ...
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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,