Transcripts and StudiesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1888 - 525 psl. |
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admirable Amoret appeared artist beauty Belphoebe Britomart Capulet Carlyle century character Charlotte Brontë Count Paris critic death delight desire divine doctrine dream earth Ecelin England English evil eyes Faery Queen faith father feeling genius George Eliot Ghibellin Godwin Goethe Goito Guelf hand happy heart heroic honour hope human ideal ideas imagination intellect Juliet kind Lady lectures Leigh Hunt literature living lover lyrical Lyrical Ballads Mantua Marlowe Milton mind moral nature never night noble Palma passion perfect persons philosophy play poem poet poet's poetical poetry political Portia possess Puritan recognise reform Romeo Romeo and Juliet Roselo Salinguerra sense Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley Shelley's side song Sordello sorrow soul Spenser spirit stanza strength sweet Tamburlaine temper things thou thought tion trouvère true truth Verona verse virtue whole wife woman wonder words Wordsworth writes young youth
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