English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... dear ( Call once more ) to a mother's ear , Children's voices , wild with pain . Surely she will come again ! 5 Children dear , was it yesterday ( Call yet once ) that she went away ? Once she sate with you and me , On a red - gold ...
... dear ( Call once more ) to a mother's ear , Children's voices , wild with pain . Surely she will come again ! 5 Children dear , was it yesterday ( Call yet once ) that she went away ? Once she sate with you and me , On a red - gold ...
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... dear uncle . Come , old boy , you had much better have the thing out at once . JACK . My dear Algy , you talk exactly as if you were a dentist . It is very vulgar to talk like a den- tist when one isn't a dentist . It produces a false ...
... dear uncle . Come , old boy , you had much better have the thing out at once . JACK . My dear Algy , you talk exactly as if you were a dentist . It is very vulgar to talk like a den- tist when one isn't a dentist . It produces a false ...
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... dear , I do look a sketch ... 10 THE SQUIRE [ looks around ] . So this is the seat of learning . MISS RONBERRY . We are always on the point of a good spring - clean . How dreadful that we have no refreshment to offer you ! THE SQUIRE ...
... dear , I do look a sketch ... 10 THE SQUIRE [ looks around ] . So this is the seat of learning . MISS RONBERRY . We are always on the point of a good spring - clean . How dreadful that we have no refreshment to offer you ! THE SQUIRE ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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