The Works of Laurence Sterne: In One Volume, with a Life of the Author

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Henry Adams, 1830 - 416 pages

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Page 302 - He was sitting upon the ground, upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed.
Page 50 - Go," says he, one day at dinner, to an over-grown one, which had buzzed about his nose, and tormented him cruelly all dinner-time, and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last as it flew by him. " I'll not hurt thee," says my Uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room with the fly in his hand. " I'll not hurt a hair of thy head. Go," says he, liftin<* up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke to let it escape.
Page 177 - Thou art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim, — and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling, he might march. He will never march an...
Page 321 - Eternal fountain of our feeling! — '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 142 - Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another? Are we for ever to be twisting, and untwisting the same rope? for ever in the same track — for ever at the same pace?
Page 177 - There was a frankness in my uncle Toby, — not the effect of familiarity, — but the cause of it, — -which let you at once into his soul, and showed you the goodness of his nature. To this, there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him...
Page 177 - He shall not drop," said my uncle Toby, firmly. " A-well-o'day, do what we can for him," said Trim, maintaining his point ; " the poor soul will die." " He shall not die, by G — ," cried my uncle Toby. The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Page 176 - But he knows me not,' said he, a second time musing. ' Possibly he may my story,' added he. ' Pray tell the captain, I was the ensign at Breda whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musketshot as she lay in my arms in my tent.
Page 175 - Corporal. I think so too, said my uncle Toby. When the Lieutenant had taken his glass of sack and toast, he felt himself a little revived, and sent down into the kitchen, to let me know that, in about ten minutes, he should be glad if I would step up stairs. I believe...
Page 175 - 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 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...

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