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. I
Clonmel Society, 1904
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Page 240 - NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled...
Page 64 - The kindest affections will have room to expand in our retirement — let the human tempest and hurricane rage at a distance, the desolation is beyond the horizon of peace. My L. has seen a polyanthus blow in December ? — Some friendly wall has sheltered it from the biting wind — no planetary influence shall reach us, but that which presides and cherishes the sweetest flowers.
Page 238 - I took to be of a child, which complained " it could not get out." I looked up and down the passage, and seeing neither man. woman, nor child, I went out without further attention. In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over : and looking up, I saw it was a starling, hung in a little cage. " I can't get out ! I can't get out !
Page 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.
Page xxxv - It is there said, that the angel Gabriel took Mahomet out of his bed one morning to give him a sight of all things in the seven heavens, in paradise and in hell, which the prophet...
Page 96 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, Tis all barren — and so it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
Page 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.
Page 12 - Truth might lie between He was certainly sixty-five ; and the general air of his countenance, notwithstanding something seem'd to have been planting wrinkles in it before their time, agreed to the account. It was one of those heads which Guido has often painted...
Page 240 - I still thou art a bitter draught ! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. 'T is thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron with...