Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 1143 страница |
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... Poet The Lady of Shalott PAGE 683 691 691 697 702 703 714 714 730 733 733 745 745 746 746 747 749 753 757 Crossing the Bar ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-1889 ) The Palace of Art . A Dream of Fair Women Saint Agnes ' Eve You Ask Me Why , Though ...
... Poet The Lady of Shalott PAGE 683 691 691 697 702 703 714 714 730 733 733 745 745 746 746 747 749 753 757 Crossing the Bar ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-1889 ) The Palace of Art . A Dream of Fair Women Saint Agnes ' Eve You Ask Me Why , Though ...
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... poet himself entered the service of royalty . Our earliest records concerning him show that in April , 1357 , he was ... poet met either of them . To these Italian journeys , however , may be due Chaucer's subsequent devotion to Italian ...
... poet himself entered the service of royalty . Our earliest records concerning him show that in April , 1357 , he was ... poet met either of them . To these Italian journeys , however , may be due Chaucer's subsequent devotion to Italian ...
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... poet of the courtly order , as a charming romancer , and as a gentle but firm critic . The charm of his poetry and ... poets , who certainly in wit ought to pass all others , since all only proceeds from their 10 wit , being , indeed ...
... poet of the courtly order , as a charming romancer , and as a gentle but firm critic . The charm of his poetry and ... poets , who certainly in wit ought to pass all others , since all only proceeds from their 10 wit , being , indeed ...
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... poets , without any commission , they do post over the banks of Helicon , until they make their readers more weary ... poet born ] . Yet confess I always , that , as the fertilest ground must be manured , so must the highest flying wit ...
... poets , without any commission , they do post over the banks of Helicon , until they make their readers more weary ... poet born ] . Yet confess I always , that , as the fertilest ground must be manured , so must the highest flying wit ...
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... poets how they should do , but only finding myself sick . among the rest , to show some one or two 20 spots of the ... poet- apes , not poets ; since , lastly , our tongue is most fit to honor poesy , and to be hon- ored by poesy ; I ...
... poets how they should do , but only finding myself sick . among the rest , to show some one or two 20 spots of the ... poet- apes , not poets ; since , lastly , our tongue is most fit to honor poesy , and to be hon- ored by poesy ; I ...
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