The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, 1783 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 15.
Pàgina
Laurence Sterne. A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . BY MR . YORICK . SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . T C HEY.
Laurence Sterne. A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . BY MR . YORICK . SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . T C HEY.
Pàgina 40
... Yorick ! faid Dis- CRETION , ' twill be faid you went off with a mistress , and came by affignation to Calais for that purpose . - You can never after , cried HYPO- CRISY aloud , fhew your face in the world or rife , quoth MEANNESS , in ...
... Yorick ! faid Dis- CRETION , ' twill be faid you went off with a mistress , and came by affignation to Calais for that purpose . - You can never after , cried HYPO- CRISY aloud , fhew your face in the world or rife , quoth MEANNESS , in ...
Pàgina 82
... Yorick ! to anfwer a heart fo full of truft and con- fidence - fo good , fo gentle and unre- proaching ! -I will not go to Bruffels , replied I , interrupting myself - but my imagina- tion went on - I recalled her looks at that crifis ...
... Yorick ! to anfwer a heart fo full of truft and con- fidence - fo good , fo gentle and unre- proaching ! -I will not go to Bruffels , replied I , interrupting myself - but my imagina- tion went on - I recalled her looks at that crifis ...
Pàgina 83
Laurence Sterne. fhall it be fmitten to its very root- and fmitten , Yorick ! by thee , who haft promised to shelter it in thy breast ? Eternal fountain of happiness ! faid I , kneeling down upon the ground - be thou my witness - and ...
Laurence Sterne. fhall it be fmitten to its very root- and fmitten , Yorick ! by thee , who haft promised to shelter it in thy breast ? Eternal fountain of happiness ! faid I , kneeling down upon the ground - be thou my witness - and ...
Pàgina 92
... Yorick ! cried I , what art thou doing here ? On the very first on- fet of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an atom - feek - seek fome winding alley , with a tourniquet at the end of it , where chariot never rolled or ...
... Yorick ! cried I , what art thou doing here ? On the very first on- fet of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an atom - feek - seek fome winding alley , with a tourniquet at the end of it , where chariot never rolled or ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt almoſt aſk befide begg'd beſt betwixt bidet breaſt cafe caft CALAIS chaife cloſe Deffein door Engliſh eyes faid fhe fame fcarce fecond feem'd feemed fent fentiment fhall fhew fhould fide filk fille de chambre fimple fingle firft firſt Fleur fmall fome fomething foon foul fous fpirit ftill ftranger fuch fuffered fupper fure fweet Griffet hand heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour houſe inſtantly itſelf juſt La Fleur lady laft laſt leaſt lefs look look'd louis d'ors Madame maſter moft Monf Monfieur le Count moſt muſt myſelf NAMPONT Notary numbers obferving occafion old French opera comique paffage paffing pafs'd Paris pocket poor portmanteau preſent purpoſe reafon Remife replied ſaid ſcarce ſee ſeems ſeen ſhe Smelfungus ſtep ſtory ſtreet thee theſe thing thoſe thou told took Traveller turn twas uſe walk'd whofe worfe worſe Yorick
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 220 - I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.