...systematic reasonings upon the Bastile; and I heavily walk'd up stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still,...one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion, — and shower down thy mitres,...

...will be so, till nature herself shall change; no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or ehemic power turn thy sceptre into iron : with thee to smile...one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion, and shower down thy mitres, if it...

...public 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...than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion;...

...wing down them. "Disguise thyself as. them wilt, still, slavery," said I, " still thou art a titter draught ! and though thousands in all ages have been...one in my ascent, " grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion, and shower down thy mitres, if it...

...bitter on that account. It is thou, Liberty! thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or iu private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious heaven ! grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion,...

...addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all, in public or in private, worship, whose taste is grateful, and 15 ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change...court thou art exiled. Gracious heaven ! cried I, 20 kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent — grant me but health, thou great Bestower...

...systematic reasonings upon the Baiitile; and I heavily walk'd up stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still,...one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but thin fair goddess as my companion, — and showei down thy mitres,...

...thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. It is thou, Liberty! thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private, worship ; whose...as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his august monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven ! grant me but health, thou great...

...will be so, till nature herself shall change ; no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron ; with thee to smile...than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. The Sentimental Journey. LAURENCE STERNE. SLEEP. Definitions of Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave...

...thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. It is thou, Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious heaven ! grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion,...