English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... never can ; for Southey was not thus gifted . And , just as there is little or nothing in all Shelley which has not at least the lyrical thrill , so there is never a lyric in all Southey . As I think , then , the specific attribute ...
... never can ; for Southey was not thus gifted . And , just as there is little or nothing in all Shelley which has not at least the lyrical thrill , so there is never a lyric in all Southey . As I think , then , the specific attribute ...
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... never a lyric line . In the same way , we may take for granted that John- son's capacity for feeling was certainly as great as , if not greater than , Milton's . Yet Johnson's essays in lyrical verse are frigid trifles , ' while ...
... never a lyric line . In the same way , we may take for granted that John- son's capacity for feeling was certainly as great as , if not greater than , Milton's . Yet Johnson's essays in lyrical verse are frigid trifles , ' while ...
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... never found its Burns . With this last I have grouped the anonymous numbers - well - meant , and more , in English ; well metricised , and more , in Scots - culled from Tottel and from that precious manuscript which James Bannatyne , an ...
... never found its Burns . With this last I have grouped the anonymous numbers - well - meant , and more , in English ; well metricised , and more , in Scots - culled from Tottel and from that precious manuscript which James Bannatyne , an ...
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... never think to ben in his prison lean ; Since I am free , I count him not a bean . He may answer , and sayƫ this or that ; I do no force , I speak right as I mean : Since I from Love escaped am so fat , I never think to ben in his ...
... never think to ben in his prison lean ; Since I am free , I count him not a bean . He may answer , and sayƫ this or that ; I do no force , I speak right as I mean : Since I from Love escaped am so fat , I never think to ben in his ...
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... never so stout , Under this lintel shall thou lowt ; There is none other way beside . ' For fear of this all day I drowp ; No gold in kist , nor wine in cowp , No lady's beauty , nor luif's bliss May let me to remember this , How glad ...
... never so stout , Under this lintel shall thou lowt ; There is none other way beside . ' For fear of this all day I drowp ; No gold in kist , nor wine in cowp , No lady's beauty , nor luif's bliss May let me to remember this , How glad ...
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley No preview available - 2018 |
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