The English PoetsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... Charles Swinburne 282 • 283 287 287 289 Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson • 292 An Ode on the Popular Superstition of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline 294 • 300 THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring · viii CONTENTS .
... Charles Swinburne 282 • 283 287 287 289 Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson • 292 An Ode on the Popular Superstition of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline 294 • 300 THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring · viii CONTENTS .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring · Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity • The Progress of Poesy The Bard . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr. Richard ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring · Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity • The Progress of Poesy The Bard . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr. Richard ...
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... Gray • Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose My Nannie's awa · A Man's a Man for a ' that Address to the Woodlark · • • This is no my ain Lassie Last May a braw Wooer O ...
... Gray • Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose My Nannie's awa · A Man's a Man for a ' that Address to the Woodlark · • • This is no my ain Lassie Last May a braw Wooer O ...
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... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about, -1720) To the Nightingale.
... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about, -1720) To the Nightingale.
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Thomas Humphry Ward. final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the ...
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