English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... poet . With its publication he came at once into his own as a poet of the first rank . " None of Shelley's poems , " wrote Mrs. Shelley , " is more characteristic than this . The solemn spirit that reigns throughout , the worship of the ...
... poet . With its publication he came at once into his own as a poet of the first rank . " None of Shelley's poems , " wrote Mrs. Shelley , " is more characteristic than this . The solemn spirit that reigns throughout , the worship of the ...
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... Poet ? What is a Poet ? To whom does he address guage of such Poetry as is here recommended is , as himself ? And what language is to be expected from far as is possible , a selection of the language really him ? -He is a man speaking ...
... Poet ? What is a Poet ? To whom does he address guage of such Poetry as is here recommended is , as himself ? And what language is to be expected from far as is possible , a selection of the language really him ? -He is a man speaking ...
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... Poet and the Man of science is pleasure ; but the knowledge of the one cleaves to us as a necessary part of our existence , our natu- ral and inalienable inheritance ; the other is a per- sonal and individual acquisition , slow to come ...
... Poet and the Man of science is pleasure ; but the knowledge of the one cleaves to us as a necessary part of our existence , our natu- ral and inalienable inheritance ; the other is a per- sonal and individual acquisition , slow to come ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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