English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... clouds . Ocean , unequal pressed , with broken tide And blind commotion heaves ; while from the shore , Eat into caverns by the restless wave , 150 155 160 165 170 And forest - rustling mountains , comes a voice That , solemn sounding ...
... clouds . Ocean , unequal pressed , with broken tide And blind commotion heaves ; while from the shore , Eat into caverns by the restless wave , 150 155 160 165 170 And forest - rustling mountains , comes a voice That , solemn sounding ...
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... clouds on the hill ! " Fly , thou man of peace , " said Calmar , " fly , " thou the son of Torman , lovely on the hill. rock ; and Connal of the bloody spear ! Crugal's breast of snow beats high . The son of Favi leaves the dark - brown ...
... clouds on the hill ! " Fly , thou man of peace , " said Calmar , " fly , " thou the son of Torman , lovely on the hill. rock ; and Connal of the bloody spear ! Crugal's breast of snow beats high . The son of Favi leaves the dark - brown ...
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... clouds that are heavy with love's sweet rain . PANTHEA . Ha ! they are gone ! IONE . Yet feel you no delight 180 From the past sweetness ? PANTHEA . As the bare green hill When some soft cloud vanishes into rain , Laughs with a thousand ...
... clouds that are heavy with love's sweet rain . PANTHEA . Ha ! they are gone ! IONE . Yet feel you no delight 180 From the past sweetness ? PANTHEA . As the bare green hill When some soft cloud vanishes into rain , Laughs with a thousand ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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