Tennyson: His Art and Relation to Modern LifePutnam, 1894 - 516 psl. |
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Tennyson– His Art and Relation to Modern Life, 1 tomas Stopford Augustus Brooke Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
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allegory ancient Arthur Arthur Hallam artist beauty belong blank verse Byron character classic clear cries death deep dramatic monologue dream earth emotion England English Enoch Arden Enone faith feeling felt fire flowers Galahad Geraint Grail Guinevere happy hear heart Holy Grail human Idylls imagination immortal invented Keats kind King Lady of Shalott Lancelot land landscape light Limours lines living Locksley Hall lover Lucretius mankind marriage Maud Memoriam Merlin mind Moreover Nature ness never night noble painted pass passion picture poem poet poetic poetry Prince Princess question Rizpah romantic round Sea Fairies seems Shelley singing song sorrow soul spirit story sweet tale tender Tennyson things thou thought thro tion Tiresias Tithonus touch true truth Ulysses verse vision Vivien voice whole wild wind woman women Wordsworth wrought youth
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