The Works of Laurence Sterne ...: With a Life of the Author, Written by Himself ...

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J. Turnbull, 1803
 

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Stran 186 - 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...
Stran 55 - I generally fall into conversation with him ; and surely never is my imagination so busy as in framing his responses from the etchings of his countenance —and where those carry me not deep enough — in flying from my own heart into his, and seeing what is natural for an ass to think — as well as a man, upon the occasion.
Stran 185 - Maria deserve, than to have her Banns forbid, by the intrigues of the curate of the parish who published them...
Stran 125 - Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as ever stood in a head - there never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob my uncle Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was looking - it was not, Madam, a rolling eye - a romping or a wanton one - nor was it an eye sparkling...
Stran 56 - tis all — all bitterness to thee, whatever life is to others. — And now thy mouth, if one knew the truth of it, is as bitter, I dare say, as soot — (for he had cast aside the stem) and thou hast not a friend perhaps in all this world, that will give thee a macaroon.
Stran 56 - ... had dropt it out of his mouth half a dozen times, and pick'd it up again God help thee, Jack!
Stran 56 - Come, Honesty! said I, seeing it was impracticable to pass betwixt him and the gate art thou for coming in, or going out? The ass twisted his head round to look up the street Well — replied I — we'll wait a minute for thy driver...
Stran 47 - I have brought myself into such a situation, as no traveller ever stood before me; for I am this moment walking across the market-place of Auxerre with my father and my uncle Toby, in our way back to dinner — and I am this moment also entering Lyons with my postchaise broke into a thousand pieces — and I am moreover this moment in a handsome pavillion built by Pringello*, upon the banks of the Garonne, which Mons. Sligniac has lent me, and where I now sit rhapsodizing all these affairs.
Stran 124 - Tis surmounted. And — I see him yonder, with his pipe pendulous in his hand, and the ashes falling out of it, looking, and looking, then rubbing his eyes and looking again, with twice the good nature that ever Galileo looked for a spot in the sun.
Stran 123 - I know not what, has got into this eye of mine— do look into it— it is not in the white— In saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby, and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an opportunity of doing it without rising up— Do look into it— said she.

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