The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, GentlemanGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1886 - 322 oldal |
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60. oldal - I'll not hurt a hair of thy head : — Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape ; go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee ? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
263. oldal - em, which I had just purchased, and gave him one — and at this moment that I am telling it, my heart smites me, that there was more of pleasantry in the conceit, of seeing how an ass would eat a macaroon — than of benevolence in giving him one, which presided in the act. When the ass had eaten his macaroon, I...
208. oldal - I, 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...
207. oldal - I was answered, an' please your honour, that he had no servant with him; that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed (to join, I suppose, the regiment) he had dismissed the morning after he came. — If I get better, my dear, said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man, we can hire horses from hence. But alas ! the poor gentleman will never get from hence...
262. oldal - ... unaffectedly in his looks and carriage which pleads so mightily for him, that it always disarms me, and to that degree that I do not like to speak unkindly to him: on the contrary, meet him where I will, whether in town or country, in cart or under panniers, whether in liberty or bondage...
92. oldal - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands, — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
92. oldal - tis out, my Lord, in every one of its dimensions. Admirable connoisseur! And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back? 'Tis a melancholy daub! my Lord; not one principle of the pyramid in any one group!
211. oldal - to my house, and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter, and we'll have an apothecary, and the Corporal shall be your nurse, and I'll be your servant, Le Fevre.
263. oldal - I understand thee perfectly, answered I If thou takest a wrong step in this affair, he will cudgel thee to death Well ! a minute is but a minute, and if it saves a fellow-creature a drubbing, it shall not be set down as ill spent.
258. oldal - 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.