The Complete Works and Life of Laurence Sterne: A sentimental journey through France and Italy and The letters of Laurence Sterne to his most intimate friends, vol. IClonmel Society, 1904 |
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... hand nor to his left , lest Love or Pity should seduce him out of his road . " Finally there is the Splenetic Traveller , " the learned Smelfungus , " who " travelled from Boulogne to Paris , - from Paris to Rome , and so on ; - but he ...
... hand nor to his left , lest Love or Pity should seduce him out of his road . " Finally there is the Splenetic Traveller , " the learned Smelfungus , " who " travelled from Boulogne to Paris , - from Paris to Rome , and so on ; - but he ...
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... hand in hand . Amid these pleas- ant sensations , the aged Franciscan reappears , and Yorick atones for his former harshness by presenting him with his horn snuff - box . Blushing red as scarlet at the kindness , the poor monk begs him ...
... hand in hand . Amid these pleas- ant sensations , the aged Franciscan reappears , and Yorick atones for his former harshness by presenting him with his horn snuff - box . Blushing red as scarlet at the kindness , the poor monk begs him ...
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... hand- kerchief . I then steep'd it in my own , and then in her's , — and then in mine , and then I wip'd her's again . " In these and in other instances , Sterne's emotions are extraordinary . They may be at times pathological : his ...
... hand- kerchief . I then steep'd it in my own , and then in her's , — and then in mine , and then I wip'd her's again . " In these and in other instances , Sterne's emotions are extraordinary . They may be at times pathological : his ...
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... hand , he drew it almost out of the scabbard - ' t was the shin- ing face of a friend he had once given up — he look'd attentively along it , beginning at the hilt , as if to see whether it was the same 6 when observing a little rust ...
... hand , he drew it almost out of the scabbard - ' t was the shin- ing face of a friend he had once given up — he look'd attentively along it , beginning at the hilt , as if to see whether it was the same 6 when observing a little rust ...
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... hand, he drew it almost out of the scabbard — 't was the shining face of a friend he had once given up — he look'd attentively along it, beginning at the hilt, as if to see whether it was the same — when observing a little rust which it ...
... hand, he drew it almost out of the scabbard — 't was the shining face of a friend he had once given up — he look'd attentively along it, beginning at the hilt, as if to see whether it was the same — when observing a little rust which it ...
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Adieu anecdotes betwixt bidet Calais chaise character copy cou'd Count Coxwold Croft daughter David Garrick dear Kitty DEAR SIR Dessein Dodsley door edition Eliza fille de chambre Fleur France French Garrick gave give Hall-Stevenson hand haue heart heaven honour hope humour Jaques Sterne journey kind Kunastrokius lady LAURENCE STERNE letter live London look look'd Lord Lord Fauconberg Lord Tavistock Madame matter Medalle Mons Monsieur morning Mother never Newburgh Priory night Noah Thomas numbered obliged Paris person poor preach Precentor printed reason Remise replied sent Sentimental Sentimental Journey Sermons sion Skelton Castle Smelfungus Sterne's Stillington story suppose Sutton tell thee thing thou thought tion told took town Traveller Tristram Shandy turn wife William Combe wish woman worse wou'd write wrote Yorick York
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