English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... beauty he worshiped was not impalpable as was the object of Shelley's adoration . Keats was closer to the " pure " artist . He cultivated the senses , and felt that the experience of beauty was an end in itself . " Beauty is truth , truth ...
... beauty he worshiped was not impalpable as was the object of Shelley's adoration . Keats was closer to the " pure " artist . He cultivated the senses , and felt that the experience of beauty was an end in itself . " Beauty is truth , truth ...
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... beauty and valour and act , oh , air , pride , plume , here Buckle ! and the fire that breaks from thee then , a billion 10 Times told lovelier , more dangerous , O my chevalier ! No wonder of it : sheer plod makes plough down sillion2 ...
... beauty and valour and act , oh , air , pride , plume , here Buckle ! and the fire that breaks from thee then , a billion 10 Times told lovelier , more dangerous , O my chevalier ! No wonder of it : sheer plod makes plough down sillion2 ...
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... beauty that lies thick Under our feet that not a single grain IO But stirred and moved in beauty and was quick For one brief moon and died nor lived again ; But when the moon rose lay upon the grass Pasture to living beauty , life that ...
... beauty that lies thick Under our feet that not a single grain IO But stirred and moved in beauty and was quick For one brief moon and died nor lived again ; But when the moon rose lay upon the grass Pasture to living beauty , life that ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
Copyright | |
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