 | Laurence Sterne - 2006 - 284 Seiten
...and I had got almost to Lyons before I was able to cast a shade across her — — Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows!3 thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw — and 'tis thou who lifts him up to... | |
 | Susan Manning, Francis D. Cogliano - 2008 - 236 Seiten
...It is the episode that Sterne concludes with the famous effusion that begins: — Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys,...chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw — and 'tis thou who lifts him up to Heaven — eternal fountain of our feelings! — 'tis here I trace thee... | |
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HEAVEN eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not that, in some sad and sickening moments, my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction mere pomp of words! 
