English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... light of day And the night's noontide clearness , mutable As shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms Minute yet beautiful . One ...
... light of day And the night's noontide clearness , mutable As shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms Minute yet beautiful . One ...
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... light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move 375 Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never - wearied love , Sustains it from beneath , and kindles it above . 43 He is a ...
... light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move 375 Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never - wearied love , Sustains it from beneath , and kindles it above . 43 He is a ...
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... light . If I have not how many hundred years . We are all of us not shrunk from saying that we must work for included in some religious organization or other ; sweetness and light , so neither have I shrunk from we all call ourselves ...
... light . If I have not how many hundred years . We are all of us not shrunk from saying that we must work for included in some religious organization or other ; sweetness and light , so neither have I shrunk from we all call ourselves ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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