English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
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... things like coal or iron as constituting the greatness of England , and how salutary a friend is culture , bent on seeing things as they are , and thus dissipating delusions of this kind and fixing standards of perfection that are real ...
... things like coal or iron as constituting the greatness of England , and how salutary a friend is culture , bent on seeing things as they are , and thus dissipating delusions of this kind and fixing standards of perfection that are real ...
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... things , con- 10 structed so ingeniously to play pain - fugues on the delicate nerve - work of living creatures . flowers , and their perfume in the darkness about him : and the longing for some undivined , entire possession of them was ...
... things , con- 10 structed so ingeniously to play pain - fugues on the delicate nerve - work of living creatures . flowers , and their perfume in the darkness about him : and the longing for some undivined , entire possession of them was ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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