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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... stand , is the way in which travels were usually manufactured . But Mr. Shandy was to meet with experiences out of the common run . As he was leaving the inn at Lyons , he was con- fronted at the gate by a disconsolate donkey munching ...
... stand , is the way in which travels were usually manufactured . But Mr. Shandy was to meet with experiences out of the common run . As he was leaving the inn at Lyons , he was con- fronted at the gate by a disconsolate donkey munching ...
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... standing , - " look- ing exactly , " Mr. Fitzgerald goes on to say in his letter , " as it did in Sterne's time , — a charming old place with an archway and court- yard - at the entrance to the town . " There the innkeeper's daughter ...
... standing , - " look- ing exactly , " Mr. Fitzgerald goes on to say in his letter , " as it did in Sterne's time , — a charming old place with an archway and court- yard - at the entrance to the town . " There the innkeeper's daughter ...
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... stand or sit , 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 ...
... stand or sit , 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 ...
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... stands presented to my imagination , it gain'd more than it lost by it . When he had entered the room three paces , he stood still ; and laying his left hand upon his breast ( a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his ...
... stands presented to my imagination , it gain'd more than it lost by it . When he had entered the room three paces , he stood still ; and laying his left hand upon his breast ( a slender white staff with which he journey'd being in his ...
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... standing so many months unpitied in the corner of Mons . Dessein's coach - yard . Much indeed was not to be said for ... stands swing- ing reproaches at you every time you pass by it . Mon Dieu ! said Mons . Dessein I have no interest ...
... standing so many months unpitied in the corner of Mons . Dessein's coach - yard . Much indeed was not to be said for ... stands swing- ing reproaches at you every time you pass by it . Mon Dieu ! said Mons . Dessein I have no interest ...
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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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