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Seite 15 - 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' please your reverence, said I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson ; and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world. 'Twas well said of thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby. But when a soldier,...
Seite 305 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris — from Paris to Rome — and so on — but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted — He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Seite 214 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Seite 12 - IT was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that Corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account : I despaired at first...
Seite 20 - My uncle Toby went to his bureau, put his purse into his breeches pocket, and, having ordered the Corporal to go early in the morning for a physician, he went to bed and fell asleep.
Seite 409 - Eternal fountain of our feelings ! — '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...
Seite 357 - said the starling. I stood looking at the bird; and to every person who came through the passage it ran, fluttering to the side towards which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity. "I can't get out!
Seite 412 - ... and in three minutes every soul was ready, upon a little esplanade before the house, to begin. The old man and his wife came out last, and, placing me betwixt them, sat down upon a sofa of turf by the door.
Seite 15 - ... an' please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold water — or engaged, said I, for months together in long and dangerous marches ; harassed, perhaps, in his rear to-day ; harassing others to-morrow ; detached here ; countermanded there ; resting this night out upon his arms ; beat up in his shirt the next ; benumbed in his joints ; perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on, [he] must say his prayers how and when he can. I believe...
Seite 357 - I took to be of a child, which complained "it could not get out". — I look'd 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,