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...qui peut les aigrir" (tap). STERNE houdt in zijn Senümental Journey (The Bourbonnois) een lofrede op «Dear Sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows!" en onder zijn invloed verheft FEITH (III, 14) de „dierbare droefgeestigheid", de „teedere...

...övenements. » 1 Oder man vergleiche damit den pathetischen Ausruf in der "Sentimental Journey": '• Dear sensibility ! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Thou chainest thy martyr down upon bis bed of shaw and 'tis thou who littest him up to Heaven...

...pressing through this gate of sorrow to it, my sufferings have totally unfitted me: in every scene of festivity I saw Maria in the background of the piece, sitting pensive under i her poplar; and I had got almost to Lyons before I was able to cast a shade across her.— . —Dear...

...unico crine ci casebi dal capo, e la propaghi nelle più remote solitudini del creato. , — Tocco / saw Maria in the background of the piece, sitting...almost to Lyons before I was able to cast a shade aeross her. — Dear sensibility ! source inex. hausled of all thal's precious in our joys, or costiy...

...elusive humour and sentimentalism. It gives, further, a more chastened and refined example of his style. Dear sensibility ! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows ! — tliou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw — and 'tis thou who liftest him...

....... what is good in them." 1 ) Let veral hier op sy gevoeligheid: „dear sentimentality," roep hy, „source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys or costly in our sorrows! Great sensorium of the world!" Sentimentaliteit kenmerk dan ook in meerdere of mindere mate...

...pressing through this gate of sorrow to it, my sufferings have totally unfitted me: in every scene of festivity I saw Maria in the background of the...all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to HEAVEN...

...pressing through this gate of sorrow to it, my sufferings have totally unfitted me : in every scene of festivity I saw Maria in the back-ground of the...inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or cosily in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw — and 'tis thou who lifts...

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