The works of Laurence Sterne, with a life of the author, written by himselfEdinburgh, 1803 |
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... dey - what a trampling over head ! -hollo ! cabin - boy ! what's the matter ? - The wind chopp'd about ! s'Death ! -then I fhall meet him full in the face . What luck ! - ' tis chopp'd about again , 6 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
... dey - what a trampling over head ! -hollo ! cabin - boy ! what's the matter ? - The wind chopp'd about ! s'Death ! -then I fhall meet him full in the face . What luck ! - ' tis chopp'd about again , 6 THE LIFE AND OPINIONS.
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... face , that there was no mark upon the two fous piece , I open'd my eyes to be convin- ced - and feeing the mark upon it , as plain as my nofe , I leap'd out of the chaise in a paffion , and so saw every thing at Chantilly in spite ...
... face , that there was no mark upon the two fous piece , I open'd my eyes to be convin- ced - and feeing the mark upon it , as plain as my nofe , I leap'd out of the chaise in a paffion , and so saw every thing at Chantilly in spite ...
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Laurence Sterne. be informed , That a man with a pale face , and clad in back , had the honour to be driven into Paris at nine o'clock at night , by a poftillion in a tawny yellow jarkin turned up with red calliman- co - crack , crack ...
Laurence Sterne. be informed , That a man with a pale face , and clad in back , had the honour to be driven into Paris at nine o'clock at night , by a poftillion in a tawny yellow jarkin turned up with red calliman- co - crack , crack ...
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... faces ( as he did it , -as much as to fay , here I am " -he gave a fecond good crack -as much as to fay to his mules- " get on " -fo flinking behind , he enter'd the little inn at the foot of the hill . The muleteer , as I told you ...
... faces ( as he did it , -as much as to fay , here I am " -he gave a fecond good crack -as much as to fay to his mules- " get on " -fo flinking behind , he enter'd the little inn at the foot of the hill . The muleteer , as I told you ...
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... face - But you may whisper them in my ear , quoth the abbefs . Heaven ! hadst thou no guardian angel to dele- gate to the inn at the bottom of the hill ? were there no generous and friendly spirit unemployed — no a- gent in nature , by ...
... face - But you may whisper them in my ear , quoth the abbefs . Heaven ! hadst thou no guardian angel to dele- gate to the inn at the bottom of the hill ? were there no generous and friendly spirit unemployed — no a- gent in nature , by ...
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Page 88 - I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my fellowcreatures born to no inheritance but slavery; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it near me, and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me, I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to...
Page 89 - 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.
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Page 183 - We had got up by this time almost to the bank where Maria was sitting : she was in a thin white jacket, with her hair, all but two tresses, drawn up into a...
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Page 74 - The sun was set — they had done their work ; the nymphs had tied up their hair afresh — and the swains were preparing for a carousal My mule made a dead point 'Tis the fife and tabourin, said I I'm frighten'd to death, quoth he...
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Page 86 - 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,
Page 75 - Tis the pipe and tambourine,' said I ; ' I never will argue a point with one of your family as long as I live.' So, leaping off his back, and kicking off one boot into this ditch and t'other into that, ' I'll take a dance,