A Paper on Ballad Literature Read at the Manchester Athena Um Debating Society1873 - 43 страница |
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... thought they could not more fittingly offer the tribute of their regard for his memory than by printing for private circulation the annexed Essay , selected , not because it was by any means the ablest production of his facile pen , but ...
... thought they could not more fittingly offer the tribute of their regard for his memory than by printing for private circulation the annexed Essay , selected , not because it was by any means the ablest production of his facile pen , but ...
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... thought comprehended under the generic term " poetry , " and it will be necessary to consider , in the first place , what essential forms this poetry assumes . We have two theories concerning this . One relegates poetry to the domain of ...
... thought comprehended under the generic term " poetry , " and it will be necessary to consider , in the first place , what essential forms this poetry assumes . We have two theories concerning this . One relegates poetry to the domain of ...
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... thought . Looking to the strict philosophical signification of the two terms I have , with some looseness , ventured to use , I may sumup my remarks by saying that objective poetry I make to depend on the effect produced upon the mind ...
... thought . Looking to the strict philosophical signification of the two terms I have , with some looseness , ventured to use , I may sumup my remarks by saying that objective poetry I make to depend on the effect produced upon the mind ...
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... thought , I may recall to your minds the medieval conception of Satan as wrought out by Dante in the " Inferno , " and I may compare it with the same conception as set forth by Goethe in " Faust . " Both are perfect in their way ; but ...
... thought , I may recall to your minds the medieval conception of Satan as wrought out by Dante in the " Inferno , " and I may compare it with the same conception as set forth by Goethe in " Faust . " Both are perfect in their way ; but ...
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... thought . What is the end of strife ? I know not , let me live my life . How many days or that thou mindst to move ? I know not , let me love my love . Were not things old , once new ? I know not , let me do as others do . And when the ...
... thought . What is the end of strife ? I know not , let me live my life . How many days or that thou mindst to move ? I know not , let me love my love . Were not things old , once new ? I know not , let me do as others do . And when the ...
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