English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... strange suffering Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like dead bone within its withered skin ; Life , and the lustre that consumed it , shone , As in a furnace burning secretly From his dark eyes alone . The cottagers ...
... strange suffering Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like dead bone within its withered skin ; Life , and the lustre that consumed it , shone , As in a furnace burning secretly From his dark eyes alone . The cottagers ...
Page 552
... strange innermost abandonment , ( Lover of souls ! great God ! I look to Thee , ) This emptying out of each constituent And natural force , by which I come to be . Pray for me , O my friends ; a visitant 10 15 Is knocking his dire ...
... strange innermost abandonment , ( Lover of souls ! great God ! I look to Thee , ) This emptying out of each constituent And natural force , by which I come to be . Pray for me , O my friends ; a visitant 10 15 Is knocking his dire ...
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... Strange to think by the way , Whatever there is to know , That shall we know one day . " The Past is over and fled ; Named new , we name it the old ; Thereof some tale hath been told But no word comes from the dead ; Whether at all they ...
... Strange to think by the way , Whatever there is to know , That shall we know one day . " The Past is over and fled ; Named new , we name it the old ; Thereof some tale hath been told But no word comes from the dead ; Whether at all they ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
Copyright | |
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