which my poor brother Tom (here Trim wip’d his eyes) had sent me 132 as a token, by a recruit, just before he set out for Lisbon —— ——I never told your honour that piteous story yet——here Trim wiped his eyes a third time.
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne
had sent me as a token, by a recruit, just before he set out for Lisbon— —I never told your honour that piteous story yet—here Trim wiped his eyes a third time.
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne
A toast for West and East Drink on this Thursday feast Last in November, The year when Albion’s lands Across the sea join hands— Drink and remember!
— from October, and Other Poems; with Occasional Verses on the War by Robert Bridges
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