The Works of Laurence Sterne


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Seite 380 - Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! said I ' still thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.
Seite 238 - I am not much versed, Corporal, quoth my uncle Toby, in things of that kind; but I suppose, God would not leave him without one, any more than thee or me It would be putting one sadly over the head of another, quoth the Corporal. It would so; said my uncle Toby. Why then, an...
Seite 19 - ... tis finished already, said the corporal — for I could stay no longer — so wished his honour a good night; young Le Fevre rose from off the bed, and saw me to the bottom of the stairs; and as we went down together, told me, they had come from Ireland, and were on their route to join the regiment in Flanders. — But alas! said the corporal —the lieutenant's last day's march is over.
Seite 17 - I believe, an' please your Reverence, said I, that when a soldier gets time to pray, — he prays as heartily as a parson — though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy. — Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim, said my uncle Toby, — for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not : — At the great and general review of us all, Corporal, at the day of judgment, (and not till then)— it will be seen who have done their duties in this world, — and who have not ; and we shall be advanced,...
Seite 12 - Nicholas ; — and, besides, it is so cold and rainy a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin.
Seite 381 - 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.
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 381 - ... there. 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...
Seite 22 - ... would have done it, and asked him how he did, how he had rested in the night, what was his complaint, where was his pain, and what he could do to help him ; and without giving him time to answer any one of...
Seite 74 - TO conceive this right, — call for pen and ink — here's paper ready to your hand. —Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind as like your mistress as you can as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you — 'tis all one to me please but your own fancy in it.

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