An Introduction to the Study of English Fiction

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D.C. Heath & Company, 1894 - 240 ˹éÒ
Discusses the development of English fiction and the evolution of the English novel for a better apprehension of the included sample texts.
 

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˹éÒ 137 - AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing, -£*- As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown: Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
˹éÒ 228 - Trim ! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.
˹éÒ 53 - I'll not hurt thee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand, 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.
˹éÒ 233 - 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.
˹éÒ 233 - I wish, said my uncle Toby, with a deep sigh — I wish, Trim, I was asleep. Your honour, replied the corporal, is too much concerned; — shall I pour your honour out a glass of sack to your pipe? — Do, Trim, said my uncle Toby.
˹éÒ 234 - Your honour knows, said the Corporal, I had no orders.— — True, quoth my uncle Toby; — thou didst very right, Trim, as a soldier, — but certainly very wrong as a man. In the second place, for which, indeed, thou hast the same excuse...
˹éÒ 138 - As doth the king upon his beds of down ; More sounder too, For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill. Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires...
˹éÒ 232 - Flanders, and remember him, - but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me. - You will tell him, however, that the person his good-nature has laid under obligations to him, is one Le Fever, a lieutenant in Angus's - but he knows me not...
˹éÒ 227 - ... exquisite pain) when my uncle Toby dined or supped alone, he would never suffer the Corporal to stand ; and the poor fellow's veneration for his master was such that, with a proper artillery, my uncle Toby could have taken Dendermond itself with less trouble than he was able to gain this point over him ; for many a time, when my uncle Toby supposed the Corporal's leg was at rest, he would look back, and detect him standing behind him with the most dutiful respect. — This bred more little squabbles...
˹éÒ 235 - THE sun looked bright the morning after to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's ; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle, when my Uncle Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the lieutenant's room, and, without preface, or apology, sat himself down...

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