Essays in English Literature, 1780-1860Percival, 1890 - 451 страници |
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... fashion , why a certain number of dabs of colour arranged by another man or in another fashion , make a permanent addition to the delight of the world , while other words and other dabs of colour , differently arranged by others , do ...
... fashion , why a certain number of dabs of colour arranged by another man or in another fashion , make a permanent addition to the delight of the world , while other words and other dabs of colour , differently arranged by others , do ...
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... fashion . " Why do I like the Agamem- non and dislike Mr. Dash's five - act tragedy ? is a question to be constantly put , and to be answered only by a pretty close personal inquiry as to what " I " really do like in the Agamemnon and ...
... fashion . " Why do I like the Agamem- non and dislike Mr. Dash's five - act tragedy ? is a question to be constantly put , and to be answered only by a pretty close personal inquiry as to what " I " really do like in the Agamemnon and ...
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... fashion or what not - from which it sometimes arises , experience in a more or less short time after their death the fate of being , not exactly cast down from their high place , but left respect- fully alone in it , unvisited ...
... fashion or what not - from which it sometimes arises , experience in a more or less short time after their death the fate of being , not exactly cast down from their high place , but left respect- fully alone in it , unvisited ...
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... fashion of the eighteenth century , perhaps in remembrance of Fulke Greville's heroine ( for he knew his Elizabethans rather well for a man of those days ) , and no doubt also with a secret joy to think that the last syllables of her ...
... fashion of the eighteenth century , perhaps in remembrance of Fulke Greville's heroine ( for he knew his Elizabethans rather well for a man of those days ) , and no doubt also with a secret joy to think that the last syllables of her ...
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... fashion with many ladies , writing much and being even more of a lion in the society of George the Fourth's reign than he had been in the days of George the Third . He died on 3rd February 1832 . Crabbe's character is not at all ...
... fashion with many ladies , writing much and being even more of a lion in the society of George the Fourth's reign than he had been in the days of George the Third . He died on 3rd February 1832 . Crabbe's character is not at all ...
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Страница 114 - The tuneful quartos of Southey are already little better than lumber : and the rich melodies of Keats and Shelley, and the fantastical emphasis of Wordsworth, and the plebeian pathos of Crabbe, are melting fast from the field of our vision.
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