English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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... young Lochinvar is come out of the west , Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none . 5 He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So faithful in love and so dauntless in ...
... young Lochinvar is come out of the west , Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none . 5 He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So faithful in love and so dauntless in ...
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... young heads against their mothers , And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows : 5 The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are ...
... young heads against their mothers , And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows : 5 The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are ...
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... young soldier's being had penetrated had penetrated through the officer's stiffened discipline , and perturbed the man in him . He , however , was a gentleman , with long , fine hands and cultivated movements , and was not going to ...
... young soldier's being had penetrated had penetrated through the officer's stiffened discipline , and perturbed the man in him . He , however , was a gentleman , with long , fine hands and cultivated movements , and was not going to ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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