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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... tell of ; but he had travelled straight on , looking neither to his right 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 ...
... tell of ; but he had travelled straight on , looking neither to his right 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 ...
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... telling her what had passed , something jarred upon it within me I wished him at his convent . When the heart flies out before the un- derstanding , it saves the judgment a world of pains I was certain she was of a bet- ter order of ...
... telling her what had passed , something jarred upon it within me I wished him at his convent . When the heart flies out before the un- derstanding , it saves the judgment a world of pains I was certain she was of a bet- ter order of ...
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... . I observed the lady was as little taken with it as myself : so Mons . Dessein led us on to a couple of chaises which stood abreast , telling us , as he recommended them , that they had been purchased by my Lord A. and B. to go 83.
... . I observed the lady was as little taken with it as myself : so Mons . Dessein led us on to a couple of chaises which stood abreast , telling us , as he recommended them , that they had been purchased by my Lord A. and B. to go 83.
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... telling her so- for it is fatal to a proposal , Madam , said I , that I was going to make to you You need not tell me what the proposal was , said she , laying her hand upon both mine , as she interrupted me . A man , my good Sir , has ...
... telling her so- for it is fatal to a proposal , Madam , said I , that I was going to make to you You need not tell me what the proposal was , said she , laying her hand upon both mine , as she interrupted me . A man , my good Sir , has ...
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... tell it , cried Smelfungus , to the world . You had better tell it , said I , to your physician . Mundungus , with an immense fortune , made the whole tour ; going on from Rome to Naples from Naples to Venice from 1 Vide S- -'s Travels ...
... tell it , cried Smelfungus , to the world . You had better tell it , said I , to your physician . Mundungus , with an immense fortune , made the whole tour ; going on from Rome to Naples from Naples to Venice from 1 Vide S- -'s Travels ...
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Страница xxii - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and so on but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
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Страница 97 - Tis nothing but a huge cock-pit, 13 said he— I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I — for in passing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common strumpet, without the least provocation in nature.
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