The sun was set — they had done their work ; the nymphs had tied up their hair afresh — and the swains were preparing for a carousal My mule made a dead point 'Tis the fife and tabourin, said I I'm frighten'd to death, quoth he... The works of Laurence Sterne, with a life of the author, written by himself - Seite 74 von Laurence Sterne - 1803 Vollansicht -
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