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Letters from a Citizen of the World, to His Friends in the East, Volume 2
Volledige weergave - 1816
Letters from a Citizen of the World to His Friends in the East, Volume 2
Volledige weergave - 1819
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Pagina 31 - 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.
Pagina 108 - Lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology, sat himself down upon the chair by the bedside, and, independently of all modes and customs, opened the curtain in the manner an old friend and brother officer 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...
Pagina 105 - I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compassionate fellow, Trim, yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too. There must be something more than common in him, that, in so short a time should win so much upon the affections of his host : And of his whole family, added the Corporal ; for they are all concerned for him.
Pagina 106 - 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.
Pagina 107 - I tell it only for the sake of those who, when coop'd in betwixt a natural and a positive law, know not, for their souls, which way in the world to turn themselves, — That, notwithstanding my uncle Toby was warmly engaged at that time in carrying on the siege of Dendermond, parallel with the allies, who pressed theirs on so vigorously, that they scarce allowed him time to get his dinner; — that nevertheless he gave up Dendermond, though he had already made a lodgment upon the counterscarp, —...
Pagina 87 - The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read over a book I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.
Pagina 88 - At present the few poets of England no longer depend on the great for subsistence; they have now no other patrons but the public, and the public, collectively considered, is a good and a generous master.
Pagina 108 - He will never march, an' please your honour, in this world, said the corporal: He will march, said my uncle Toby, rising up from the side of the bed, with one shoe off: An' please your honour, said the corporal, he will never march, but to his grave: He shall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch, — he shall march to his regiment...
Pagina 133 - 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.
Pagina 119 - Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing, but a few hours past walked before me — where she kept up the pageant, and now, like a froward child, seems hushed with her own importunities.