English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire ; Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead , Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire ! The generations of thy peers ...
... Thou hast not lived , why shouldst thou perish , so ? Thou hadst one aim , one business , one desire ; Else wert thou long since numbered with the dead , Else hadst thou spent , like other men , thy fire ! The generations of thy peers ...
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... thou heard That therein I believe I have a friend , Of whom for love I may not be afeared ? It is to him indeed I bid thee wend ; 35 Yea , he perchance may meet thee ere thou end , 40 Dying so far off from the hedge of bay , Thou idle ...
... thou heard That therein I believe I have a friend , Of whom for love I may not be afeared ? It is to him indeed I bid thee wend ; 35 Yea , he perchance may meet thee ere thou end , 40 Dying so far off from the hedge of bay , Thou idle ...
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... thou hast been fretting and fuming , and lamenting and self - tormenting , on account of ? Say it in a word : is it not because thou art not 10 HAPPY ? Because the THOU ( sweet gentleman ) is not sufficiently honored , nourished , soft ...
... thou hast been fretting and fuming , and lamenting and self - tormenting , on account of ? Say it in a word : is it not because thou art not 10 HAPPY ? Because the THOU ( sweet gentleman ) is not sufficiently honored , nourished , soft ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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