The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 171 IX . " What Want We ? " ( I Have ) Sate Among the Woods , ( I ) Would Speak , " XII . " I Felt What Independent Solaces , " XIII . " Call Ye These Appearances , " 207 XIV . " Were I Grossly Destitute ...
... Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 171 IX . " What Want We ? " ( I Have ) Sate Among the Woods , ( I ) Would Speak , " XII . " I Felt What Independent Solaces , " XIII . " Call Ye These Appearances , " 207 XIV . " Were I Grossly Destitute ...
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... Poet , • 352 Poland , From The Two Voices , ' • 353 The Miller's Daughter , • 354 The Palace of Art , . 354 360 The Lotos - Eaters , . 368 From Lines to J. S. , " From " Love Thou Thy Land , ” Love and Duty , 370 • 370 VI . " One Writes ...
... Poet , • 352 Poland , From The Two Voices , ' • 353 The Miller's Daughter , • 354 The Palace of Art , . 354 360 The Lotos - Eaters , . 368 From Lines to J. S. , " From " Love Thou Thy Land , ” Love and Duty , 370 • 370 VI . " One Writes ...
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... poets laureate . As the field is so wide , the task of making these selections from the fourteen laureates has been ... poetry have had to be plucked from a mass of coarse or noxious weeds . For this valuable aid in our work we are ...
... poets laureate . As the field is so wide , the task of making these selections from the fourteen laureates has been ... poetry have had to be plucked from a mass of coarse or noxious weeds . For this valuable aid in our work we are ...
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... poets laureate of England to be based upon the current opinion of them and their work in literature , we should be inclined to consider that it was their great misfortune not only to be poets laureate , but that fate imposed upon them ...
... poets laureate of England to be based upon the current opinion of them and their work in literature , we should be inclined to consider that it was their great misfortune not only to be poets laureate , but that fate imposed upon them ...
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... poet who has struggled into notice , and won dis- tinction above his fellows . The poets of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were especially exposed to these satirical assaults . The prevailing opinion is not always the true or ...
... poet who has struggled into notice , and won dis- tinction above his fellows . The poets of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were especially exposed to these satirical assaults . The prevailing opinion is not always the true or ...
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