Walter Savage Landor: A Biography, 2 tomasFields, Osgood, & Company, 1869 - 693 psl. |
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... poem afterwards destroyed , but of which he had himself so high an opinion that he said he could not have improved it even after he wrote Gebir . I should strongly have doubted this , upon examination of several poems of the present ...
... poem afterwards destroyed , but of which he had himself so high an opinion that he said he could not have improved it even after he wrote Gebir . I should strongly have doubted this , upon examination of several poems of the present ...
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... poem here quoted , however , which contains also a paraphrase from Cowley , there is greater merit than the Medea passage would indicate . In single verses occasionally there is a happy delicacy of touch , as in the picture of Eve ...
... poem here quoted , however , which contains also a paraphrase from Cowley , there is greater merit than the Medea passage would indicate . In single verses occasionally there is a happy delicacy of touch , as in the picture of Eve ...
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... poems of this date , none of them being elsewhere now accessible , brief extracts may also be permitted . The first ... poem . " Twas evening calm , when village maids With Gallia's tuneful sons advance To frolic in the jovial dance ...
... poems of this date , none of them being elsewhere now accessible , brief extracts may also be permitted . The first ... poem . " Twas evening calm , when village maids With Gallia's tuneful sons advance To frolic in the jovial dance ...
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... poem of which he would set aside the ( imaginary ) profits for the benefit of somebody or something in distress , he ... Poems of Walter Savage Landor , * devoting all its profits to the benefit of a " distressed clergyman , " and ...
... poem of which he would set aside the ( imaginary ) profits for the benefit of somebody or something in distress , he ... Poems of Walter Savage Landor , * devoting all its profits to the benefit of a " distressed clergyman , " and ...
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... Poems . VIII . FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK . Mr. Robert Landor thus adverts to his brother's first published book in one of his letters to me . " The first of Walter's publications must have appeared almost seventy years ago . A small volume ...
... Poems . VIII . FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK . Mr. Robert Landor thus adverts to his brother's first published book in one of his letters to me . " The first of Walter's publications must have appeared almost seventy years ago . A small volume ...
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admiration afterwards allusion appeared Aspasia Augustus Hare Bath beauty believe Birlingham brother called Catullus character close Conversations Count Julian criticism death delight dialogue Egilona England English expressed father feel Fiesole Florence French Gebir genius give Greek happy hear heard heart hope Italy Julius Hare kind king Lady Lady Blessington Landor language later Latin less letter living Llanthony Lord matter Milton mind months never once opinion Ovid Parr passages passed perhaps Pericles person Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry praise present printed received remark remember reply Rugby scene sent Shakespeare sister Sophocles Southey Southey's speak talk tell thee things thou thought tion told tragedy verses volume Walter Walter Landor WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Warwick Warwickshire wish words Wordsworth writing written wrote
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