British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Scott, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Landor, Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning, Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, Swinburne, Ed., with Reference Lists and Notes, by Curtis Hidden Page ....B. H. Sanborn & Company, 1904 - 923 psl. |
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... NATURAL MAGIC . 674 SAITH .... 694 MAGICAL NATURE . 674 OUR GAIETIES , OUR LUXURIES ...... . 695 APPEARANCES ..... 674 EPILOGUE TO THE PACCHIAROTTO THIS WORLD IS VERY ODD WE SEE .. WHERE ARE THE GREAT . 695 VOLUME .... 674 LA SAIS AZ ...
... NATURAL MAGIC . 674 SAITH .... 694 MAGICAL NATURE . 674 OUR GAIETIES , OUR LUXURIES ...... . 695 APPEARANCES ..... 674 EPILOGUE TO THE PACCHIAROTTO THIS WORLD IS VERY ODD WE SEE .. WHERE ARE THE GREAT . 695 VOLUME .... 674 LA SAIS AZ ...
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... NATURE . THE CHAPEL IN LYONESS . 826 FATE .... SUMMER DAWN .. 827 THE DEATH OF MELEAGER HANDS ... 827 FINAL CHORUS .... TOLD HAIR .. 827 ONGS FROM CHASTELARD THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE . 828 MARY BEATON'S SONG . THE GILLIFLOWER OF GOLD ...
... NATURE . THE CHAPEL IN LYONESS . 826 FATE .... SUMMER DAWN .. 827 THE DEATH OF MELEAGER HANDS ... 827 FINAL CHORUS .... TOLD HAIR .. 827 ONGS FROM CHASTELARD THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE . 828 MARY BEATON'S SONG . THE GILLIFLOWER OF GOLD ...
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... Nature as Interpreted by Wordsworth . TAINE ( H. ) , History of English Literature , Vol . IV . *** ARNOLD ( M. ) , Essays in Criticism , Second Series . * STEPHEN ( Leslie ) , Hours in a Library , Vol . II . * MORLEY ( John ) , Studies ...
... Nature as Interpreted by Wordsworth . TAINE ( H. ) , History of English Literature , Vol . IV . *** ARNOLD ( M. ) , Essays in Criticism , Second Series . * STEPHEN ( Leslie ) , Hours in a Library , Vol . II . * MORLEY ( John ) , Studies ...
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... nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favored Being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ; ' gainst the taint Of dissolute tongues , and jealousy , and hate , And scorn , -against all enemies ...
... nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes , he to the world went forth A favored Being , knowing no desire Which genius did not hallow ; ' gainst the taint Of dissolute tongues , and jealousy , and hate , And scorn , -against all enemies ...
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... Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower ...
... Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that green bower , The periwinkle trailed its wreaths ; And ' tis my faith that every flower ...
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547 psl. - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
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