English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... VOICE The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth Have drawn back the figured curtain of sleep Which covered our being and darkened our birth In the deep . A VOICE In the deep ? SEMICHORUS II Oh , below the deep . 60 SEMICHORUS I An ...
... VOICE The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth Have drawn back the figured curtain of sleep Which covered our being and darkened our birth In the deep . A VOICE In the deep ? SEMICHORUS II Oh , below the deep . 60 SEMICHORUS I An ...
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... VOICE from above Our great Republic hears , we are blest , and bless . DEMOGORGON Ye happy Dead , whose beams of brightest verse Are clouds to hide , not colors to portray , Whether your nature is that universe Which once ye saw and ...
... VOICE from above Our great Republic hears , we are blest , and bless . DEMOGORGON Ye happy Dead , whose beams of brightest verse Are clouds to hide , not colors to portray , Whether your nature is that universe Which once ye saw and ...
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... voice of ours could say Our inmost in the sweetest way , Like yonder voice aloft , and link All hearers in the song they drink . Our wisdom speaks from failing blood , Our passion is too full in flood , 85 90 40 We want the key of his ...
... voice of ours could say Our inmost in the sweetest way , Like yonder voice aloft , and link All hearers in the song they drink . Our wisdom speaks from failing blood , Our passion is too full in flood , 85 90 40 We want the key of his ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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