English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... pain I go ; None need my help and none relieve my woe ; Then let my bones beneath the turf be laid , And men forget ... pain , and that alone , can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie Despised , neglected , left alone to die ...
... pain I go ; None need my help and none relieve my woe ; Then let my bones beneath the turf be laid , And men forget ... pain , and that alone , can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie Despised , neglected , left alone to die ...
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... pain , My pain I could not feel . I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step , and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye ; 1 Died . 2 His Majesty's . 5 The man had killed the thing he loved , And so he had to ...
... pain , My pain I could not feel . I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step , and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye ; 1 Died . 2 His Majesty's . 5 The man had killed the thing he loved , And so he had to ...
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... pain that abounds everywhere in the world , and originates in needs and necessities inseparable from life itself ... pain very much more painful . The pleasure in this world , it has been said , out- weighs the pain ; or , at any rate ...
... pain that abounds everywhere in the world , and originates in needs and necessities inseparable from life itself ... pain very much more painful . The pleasure in this world , it has been said , out- weighs the pain ; or , at any rate ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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