English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... called Ernest . ALGER . But , my dear child , do you mean to say you could not love me if I had some other name ? CECIL . But what name ? MERRI . Mr. Worthing went over in the direction of the Rectory some time ago . CECIL . Pray ask ...
... called Ernest . ALGER . But , my dear child , do you mean to say you could not love me if I had some other name ? CECIL . But what name ? MERRI . Mr. Worthing went over in the direction of the Rectory some time ago . CECIL . Pray ask ...
Page 981
... called , her irritation returning . time for a visit . " The air - ship barely takes two days to. The Machine Stops PART I THE AIR - SHIP Imagine , if you can , a small room , hexagonal in shape , like the cell of a bee . It is lighted ...
... called , her irritation returning . time for a visit . " The air - ship barely takes two days to. The Machine Stops PART I THE AIR - SHIP Imagine , if you can , a small room , hexagonal in shape , like the cell of a bee . It is lighted ...
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... called " the cool element " of prose ; if he seeks , as Dryden put it , " the other harmony " of prose , he will subdue his music , in tactful and logical service to the thought . 2. VERSE AND PROSE A versifier is not necessarily a poet ...
... called " the cool element " of prose ; if he seeks , as Dryden put it , " the other harmony " of prose , he will subdue his music , in tactful and logical service to the thought . 2. VERSE AND PROSE A versifier is not necessarily a poet ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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