The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy: Gentleman, المجلد 1

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Methuen and Company, 1894
 

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الصفحة 91 - all was mixed up so kindly within him, my uncle Toby had scarce a heart to retaliate upon a fly. —Go—says he, one day at dinner, to an overgrown one which had buzzed about his nose, and tormented him cruelly all dinnertime,—and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last, as it flew by
الصفحة 87 - XI WRITING, when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is), is but a different name for conversation. As no one who knows what he is about, in good company, would venture to talk all;—so no author, who understands the just boundaries of decorum and good-breeding, would presume to think all. The truest respect
الصفحة 56 - are the sunshine,—they are the life, the soul of reading:—take them out of this book, for instance, you might as well take the book along with them;—one cold eternal winter would reign in every page of it: restore them to the writer,—he steps forth like a bridegroom,—bids all hail
الصفحة 143 - voice—was the sense suspended likewise? Did no expression of attitude or countenance fill up the chasm ?—Was the eye silent ? Did you narrowly look ? . . . I looked only at the stop-watch, my Lord.... Excellent observer! And what of this new book the whole world makes such a rout about ? . . . Oh ! it is out of all plumb, my
الصفحة 21 - a sly one—and that, he verily believed, more honest, well-meaning people were bubbled out of their goods and money by it in one twelvemonth than by pocket-picking and shop-lifting in seven. In the naked temper which a merry heart discovered, he would say there was no danger—but to itself:—whereas the very essence of gravity was design, and consequently
الصفحة 140 - he be cursed in his brains, and in his vertex [that is a sad curse, quoth my father], in his temples, in his forehead, in his ears, in his eyebrows, in his cheeks, in his jaw-bones, in his nostrils, in his fore-teeth and grinders, in his lips, in his throat, in
الصفحة 25 - then closed them,—and never opened them more. He lies buried in a corner of his churchyard, in the parish of *• , under a plain marble slab, which his friend Eugenius, by leave of his executors, laid upon his grave, with no more than these three words of inscription, serving both for his epitaph and elegy—
الصفحة 68 - of Demosthenes or Cicero. The whole army, and at last the people, both in city and country, were singing it perpetually. Perhaps never had so slight a thing so great an effect, for it contributed not a little towards the Revolution of
الصفحة 138 - thrones, dominions, powers, cherubins, and seraphins, and of all the holy patriarchs, prophets, and of all the apostles and evangelists, and of the holy innocents, who, in the sight of the Holy Lamb, are found worthy to sing the new song of the holy martyrs and holy
الصفحة 91 - it;—or, in what degree, or by what secret magic—a tone of voice, and harmony of movement, attuned by mercy, might find a passage to my heart, I know not;—this I know, that the lesson of universal good-will, then taught and imprinted by my uncle Toby, has never since been worn out of my mind : and

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