English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... live with any subterfuge , Shelley informed Harriet that it was immoral for them to live longer together , since they had nothing in common . " Our connection was not one of passion and impulse , ” he told her , but only of friendship ...
... live with any subterfuge , Shelley informed Harriet that it was immoral for them to live longer together , since they had nothing in common . " Our connection was not one of passion and impulse , ” he told her , but only of friendship ...
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... lives best in its effect ; and mine , Full in its own life , yearns to live in yours . NOR . Just so . I take and know you all at once . Your soul is disengaged so easily . Your face is there , I know you ; give me time , Let me be ...
... lives best in its effect ; and mine , Full in its own life , yearns to live in yours . NOR . Just so . I take and know you all at once . Your soul is disengaged so easily . Your face is there , I know you ; give me time , Let me be ...
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... live different moments . The only satisfactory way of well , one must live completely , with the whole existing in the modern , highly specialized world being - with the body and the instincts , as well as is to live with two ...
... live different moments . The only satisfactory way of well , one must live completely , with the whole existing in the modern , highly specialized world being - with the body and the instincts , as well as is to live with two ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
Հեղինակային իրավունք | |
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