An Introduction to the Study of LiteratureHarcourt, Brace, 1925 - 454 страница |
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... novel or satire . When students leave school they do not read bits of English literature or " classics " with notes and introduc- tions . They read literature as they find it and where they find it . What they need for an understanding ...
... novel or satire . When students leave school they do not read bits of English literature or " classics " with notes and introduc- tions . They read literature as they find it and where they find it . What they need for an understanding ...
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... in English literature from 1798 to 1832 . Poetry . Prose . Drama . The development of forms in English literature from 1832 to 1880 . Poetry . FER 978 85 45 46 47 53 54 56 57 Prose . The novel . The development of forms in ix.
... in English literature from 1798 to 1832 . Poetry . Prose . Drama . The development of forms in English literature from 1832 to 1880 . Poetry . FER 978 85 45 46 47 53 54 56 57 Prose . The novel . The development of forms in ix.
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Ralph Philip Boas, Edwin Smith. Prose . The novel . The development of forms in English literature from 1880 to 1914 . Poetry . Prose . The novel . Drama . The forms in English literature at the present time . PAGE 61 NURRRR 22 CHAPTER ...
Ralph Philip Boas, Edwin Smith. Prose . The novel . The development of forms in English literature from 1880 to 1914 . Poetry . Prose . The novel . Drama . The forms in English literature at the present time . PAGE 61 NURRRR 22 CHAPTER ...
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... novel . 373 B. The short story . 377 1. Anthologies of short stories . 377 2. Collections of individual authors . 378 3. Famous short stories of various nations . 379 C. Drama . 385 1. Collections of plays . 385 2. Individual plays ...
... novel . 373 B. The short story . 377 1. Anthologies of short stories . 377 2. Collections of individual authors . 378 3. Famous short stories of various nations . 379 C. Drama . 385 1. Collections of plays . 385 2. Individual plays ...
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... ? Why do publishing houses publish each year thousands of novels , plays , essays , and poems ? Why do magazines give so much space to short stories and poems 1 CHAPTER I: LITERATURE IN GENERAL The sources of interest in literature.
... ? Why do publishing houses publish each year thousands of novels , plays , essays , and poems ? Why do magazines give so much space to short stories and poems 1 CHAPTER I: LITERATURE IN GENERAL The sources of interest in literature.
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