English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... Never , never more Shall lone Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud , Between the loud stream and the trembling stars . none see the morning mist 214 220 " O mother , hear me yet before ...
... Never , never more Shall lone Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud , Between the loud stream and the trembling stars . none see the morning mist 214 220 " O mother , hear me yet before ...
Pagina 965
... Never See the Red Rose Crown the Year I never see the red rose crown the year , Those blood drops from the burning heart of June Nor feel the young grass underneath my tread , Glowing like thought upon the living tree , Without a pity ...
... Never See the Red Rose Crown the Year I never see the red rose crown the year , Those blood drops from the burning heart of June Nor feel the young grass underneath my tread , Glowing like thought upon the living tree , Without a pity ...
Pagina 1116
... never know a thing about it . I can marry my friend , and it will all be beautiful ! He might grow like his father and turn out quite nice , and anyway I'm not really so bad , you know . And he's on the bottle now - and I could give all ...
... never know a thing about it . I can marry my friend , and it will all be beautiful ! He might grow like his father and turn out quite nice , and anyway I'm not really so bad , you know . And he's on the bottle now - and I could give all ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism ... Bernard D. N. Grebanier Vizualizare fragmente - 1949 |
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