The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, 1783 |
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Pàgina 10
... continued I , pointing at my portmanteau , full cheerfully fhould it have been open'd to you , for the ran- fom of the unfortunate - The monk made me a bow - but of all others , re- fumed I , the unfortunate of our own country , furely ...
... continued I , pointing at my portmanteau , full cheerfully fhould it have been open'd to you , for the ran- fom of the unfortunate - The monk made me a bow - but of all others , re- fumed I , the unfortunate of our own country , furely ...
Pàgina 26
... come with a wrong one in his hand we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd ; and fo attentive to the obftacle , that I continued holding : her hand almoft without knowing it fo that Monfieur 26 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY T.
... come with a wrong one in his hand we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd ; and fo attentive to the obftacle , that I continued holding : her hand almoft without knowing it fo that Monfieur 26 A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY T.
Pàgina 31
... nothing is fo ill - timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it fo you thank Fortune , continued fhe- you had reason - the heart knew it , and 5 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . 31 hand in mine, and with our faces both ...
... nothing is fo ill - timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it fo you thank Fortune , continued fhe- you had reason - the heart knew it , and 5 THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY . 31 hand in mine, and with our faces both ...
Pàgina 47
... continued 1 , I know not ; but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love , and making it better than any other na- tion upon earth ; but for my own part , I think them errant bunglers , and in truth the worst fet ...
... continued 1 , I know not ; but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love , and making it better than any other na- tion upon earth ; but for my own part , I think them errant bunglers , and in truth the worst fet ...
Pàgina 48
... continued I , laying my hand upon her's That grave people hate Love for the name's fake . That selfish people hate it for their Own Hypocrites for heaven's And that all of us , both old and young , being ten times worse frighten'd than ...
... continued I , laying my hand upon her's That grave people hate Love for the name's fake . That selfish people hate it for their Own Hypocrites for heaven's And that all of us , both old and young , being ten times worse frighten'd than ...
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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.