English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend 450 Doth close behind him tread . " But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple ...
... turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend 450 Doth close behind him tread . " But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple ...
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... turning , all the day , and we with all . And all day the iron wheels are droning : And sometimes we could pray , 85 ... turned on Deity . 145 150 " How long , " they say , " how long , O cruel nation , Will you stand , to move the world ...
... turning , all the day , and we with all . And all day the iron wheels are droning : And sometimes we could pray , 85 ... turned on Deity . 145 150 " How long , " they say , " how long , O cruel nation , Will you stand , to move the world ...
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... turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent over and after them a rollick- ing rattling song of the halls . Has anybody here seen Kelly ? Kay ee double ell wy . Dead march from Saul . He's as bad as old Antonio . He ...
... turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent over and after them a rollick- ing rattling song of the halls . Has anybody here seen Kelly ? Kay ee double ell wy . Dead march from Saul . He's as bad as old Antonio . He ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
Հեղինակային իրավունք | |
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