LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... seem to me much superior to any thing in his partnership account with Lovell . Your poems I shall procure forthwith . There were noble lines in what you inserted in one of your Numbers from Religious Musings ; but I thought them ...
... seem to me much superior to any thing in his partnership account with Lovell . Your poems I shall procure forthwith . There were noble lines in what you inserted in one of your Numbers from Religious Musings ; but I thought them ...
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... seem to have had in mind . Your complaint that some of your readers thought there was too much , some too little original matter in your Numbers , reminds me of poor dead Parsons in the Critic . " Too little incident ! Give me leave to ...
... seem to have had in mind . Your complaint that some of your readers thought there was too much , some too little original matter in your Numbers , reminds me of poor dead Parsons in the Critic . " Too little incident ! Give me leave to ...
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... seem , " is one of those conceits which the Poet delights to admit into his creed ; a creed , by the way , more ... seems to confound conjugal love with creating and preserving love ) is very confused , and sickens me with a load of ...
... seem , " is one of those conceits which the Poet delights to admit into his creed ; a creed , by the way , more ... seems to confound conjugal love with creating and preserving love ) is very confused , and sickens me with a load of ...
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... seems to me vapid , com- paratively so . Excuse this selfish digression . Your " Monody " is so superlatively excellent , that I can only wish it perfect , which I can't help feeling it is not quite . Indulge me in a few conjectures ...
... seems to me vapid , com- paratively so . Excuse this selfish digression . Your " Monody " is so superlatively excellent , that I can only wish it perfect , which I can't help feeling it is not quite . Indulge me in a few conjectures ...
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... ( or like Dr Forster's scholars ) out of the Morning Chronicle into the Watchman , and thence back into your Collection . It is very pretty , and you seem to think so ; but , may be , have o'erlooked XI . B TO COLERIDGE 17.
... ( or like Dr Forster's scholars ) out of the Morning Chronicle into the Watchman , and thence back into your Collection . It is very pretty , and you seem to think so ; but , may be , have o'erlooked XI . B TO COLERIDGE 17.
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