The Works of Laurence Sterne ...W. Strahan, 1783 |
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Pàgina 2
... told thee , Eliza , I would carry with me into my grave , would have been torn from my neck . - Unge- nerous ! -to seize upon the wreck of an unwary paffenger , whom your fub- jects had beckon'd to their coaft - by heaven ! SIRE , it is ...
... told thee , Eliza , I would carry with me into my grave , would have been torn from my neck . - Unge- nerous ! -to seize upon the wreck of an unwary paffenger , whom your fub- jects had beckon'd to their coaft - by heaven ! SIRE , it is ...
Pàgina 27
... weak- neffes of my heart in this tour , -but to give an account of them ) -fhall be de- fcribed with the fame fimplicity , with which I felt them . THE REMISE DOOR • CALAIS . HEN I told the THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY , 27.
... weak- neffes of my heart in this tour , -but to give an account of them ) -fhall be de- fcribed with the fame fimplicity , with which I felt them . THE REMISE DOOR • CALAIS . HEN I told the THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY , 27.
Pàgina 28
Laurence Sterne. THE REMISE DOOR • CALAIS . HEN I told the reader that I did . not care to get out of the Defobli- geant , because I faw the monk in clofe conference with a lady just arrived at the inn - I told him the whole truth ; for ...
Laurence Sterne. THE REMISE DOOR • CALAIS . HEN I told the reader that I did . not care to get out of the Defobli- geant , because I faw the monk in clofe conference with a lady just arrived at the inn - I told him the whole truth ; for ...
Pàgina 33
... told her . what was paffing within me : fhe looked down a filence of fome moments fol- lowed . I 4 I fear , in this interval , I must have made fome flight efforts towards a clofer . compreffion of her hand , from a fub- tle fenfation I ...
... told her . what was paffing within me : fhe looked down a filence of fome moments fol- lowed . I 4 I fear , in this interval , I must have made fome flight efforts towards a clofer . compreffion of her hand , from a fub- tle fenfation I ...
Pàgina 34
... told it her , must have planted in her breast against me . T THE SNUFF - BO X. CALAIS . HE good old monk was within fix paces of us , as the idea of him crofs'd my mind ; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line , as if ...
... told it her , must have planted in her breast against me . T THE SNUFF - BO X. CALAIS . HE good old monk was within fix paces of us , as the idea of him crofs'd my mind ; and was advancing towards us a little out of the line , as if ...
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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.