The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 psl. |
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Kenyon West. These brief sketches of the POETS LAUREATE OF ENGLAND are dedicated , by permission , to EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN . 2-20-44 CONTENTS . PAGE NNNNNN 36 46 46 PAGE On.
Kenyon West. These brief sketches of the POETS LAUREATE OF ENGLAND are dedicated , by permission , to EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN . 2-20-44 CONTENTS . PAGE NNNNNN 36 46 46 PAGE On.
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... Poet's Epitaph . " II . " How Pure His Spirit , ' III . For I Would Walk Alone , " IV . " There Was a Boy ... Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 193 217 . 217 VII . To my Sister , VIII . To a Butterfly , IX . To a Butterfly , X. Nutting ...
... Poet's Epitaph . " II . " How Pure His Spirit , ' III . For I Would Walk Alone , " IV . " There Was a Boy ... Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 193 217 . 217 VII . To my Sister , VIII . To a Butterfly , IX . To a Butterfly , X. Nutting ...
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... Poet , 352 Poland , From " The Two Voices , " · 353 CXIII . " Tis Held that Sorrow , CXIV . " Who Loves not Knowl- edge , " CXV . " Now Fades , " CXVI . " Is It , then , Regret , " CXXIV . " That Which We Dare In- CVIII . " I Will Not ...
... Poet , 352 Poland , From " The Two Voices , " · 353 CXIII . " Tis Held that Sorrow , CXIV . " Who Loves not Knowl- edge , " CXV . " Now Fades , " CXVI . " Is It , then , Regret , " CXXIV . " That Which We Dare In- CVIII . " I Will Not ...
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... poets laureate . As the field is so wide , the task of making these selections from the fourteen laureates has been ... poetry have had to be plucked from a mass of coarse or noxious weeds . For this valuable aid in our work we are ...
... poets laureate . As the field is so wide , the task of making these selections from the fourteen laureates has been ... poetry have had to be plucked from a mass of coarse or noxious weeds . For this valuable aid in our work we are ...
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... poets laureate of England to be based upon the current opinion of them and their work in literature , we should be inclined to consider that it was their great misfortune not only to be poets laureate , but that fate imposed upon them ...
... poets laureate of England to be based upon the current opinion of them and their work in literature , we should be inclined to consider that it was their great misfortune not only to be poets laureate , but that fate imposed upon them ...
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed breath bright calm charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge fear feel flowers gleam glory grace happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope hour human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King laureate Laureateship laurel light live Locksley Hall look Lord Chamberlain mighty mind moon morning mountain muse NAHUM TATE nature Nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes passion peace pleasure poem poet poet laureate poetry praise rock round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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