Swinburne and Landor: A Study of Their Spiritual Relationship and Its Effect on Swinburne's Moral and Poetic DevelopmentMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1918 - 304 psl. |
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Swinburne and Landor– A Study of Their Spiritual Relationship and Its Effect ... Walter Brooks Drayton Henderson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
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Aeschylus Algernon Charles Swinburne Anactoria APPENDIX Atalanta in Calydon Baudelaire beauty Bersabe Blake Bolton King breath burne's Chastelard criticism dead death delight describes divine Dolores drama early earth Edmund Gosse England Erechtheus Essays and Studies expression eyes faith fate Félise flower freedom glory gods Gosse Greece Greek hath heart heaven Hellenics hero human Hymn to Proserpine idea influence Italian Italy Landor Laus Veneris liberty light lips live Lord lover man's Masque of Queen Mazzini memory Meredith Milton mood moral oppression Pantheism passage passion perfect Poems and Ballads poet poetry political praise Pre-Raphaelite prose Proserpine Queen Mother Republic republican Rome Rosamond Rossetti Sappho says Shelley Song of Italy Songs before Sunrise soul spirit stanza sweet Swin Swinburne Swinburne's Tannhäuser Thalassius thee theme thine things thou thought tion Tyrannicide verse Victor Hugo VIII Walter Savage Landor wind words
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