English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... sense of cre- ative activity ; a sense which a man of insight and conscience will prefer to what he might derive from a poor , starved , fragmentary , inadequate cre- ation . And at some epochs no other creation is possible . of France ...
... sense of cre- ative activity ; a sense which a man of insight and conscience will prefer to what he might derive from a poor , starved , fragmentary , inadequate cre- ation . And at some epochs no other creation is possible . of France ...
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... sense for conduct , to our sense for beauty , and there is weariness and dis- satisfaction if the desire is baulked . Now in this desire lies , I think , the strength of that hold which letters have upon us . which acts in us when we ...
... sense for conduct , to our sense for beauty , and there is weariness and dis- satisfaction if the desire is baulked . Now in this desire lies , I think , the strength of that hold which letters have upon us . which acts in us when we ...
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Bernard D. N. Grebanier. 35 out of hand , before , in the more obvious sense , we cannot choose but approve where we recog . the work is finished . With some strong and lead- nize it ; soul may repel us , not because we mis- ing sense of ...
Bernard D. N. Grebanier. 35 out of hand , before , in the more obvious sense , we cannot choose but approve where we recog . the work is finished . With some strong and lead- nize it ; soul may repel us , not because we mis- ing sense of ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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