Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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... spirit , in whatever quantity . The Great themselves will have more justice done them , standing among their contemporaries , than in an uncon- nected gathering of luminaries torn from their native orbits . My apprehension at first was ...
... spirit , in whatever quantity . The Great themselves will have more justice done them , standing among their contemporaries , than in an uncon- nected gathering of luminaries torn from their native orbits . My apprehension at first was ...
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... spirit , without defacement of it , or of her womanly self - respect - with never the absence from readers of a sense of suppressed tears in the narrator as he tortures her ; of an eagerness in themselves to make the most of any hint of ...
... spirit , without defacement of it , or of her womanly self - respect - with never the absence from readers of a sense of suppressed tears in the narrator as he tortures her ; of an eagerness in themselves to make the most of any hint of ...
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... Spirit and thought are equally delightful . The singer is so manifestly , so piquantly , gay . His glad surprise at finding the numbers come infects his audience . A bystander cannot help rejoicing with him . Yet Black Death had been ...
... Spirit and thought are equally delightful . The singer is so manifestly , so piquantly , gay . His glad surprise at finding the numbers come infects his audience . A bystander cannot help rejoicing with him . Yet Black Death had been ...
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... spirits fainte and blinde That parting thus , my chiefest part I part . Part of my life , the loathed part to me , Lives to impart my wearie clay some breath ; But that good part wherein all comforts be , Now dead , doth shew departure ...
... spirits fainte and blinde That parting thus , my chiefest part I part . Part of my life , the loathed part to me , Lives to impart my wearie clay some breath ; But that good part wherein all comforts be , Now dead , doth shew departure ...
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... spirit , pillaged and massacred giants and Paynim as ruthlessly , as Elizabeth's buccaneers despoiled and butchered Dons and Desmonds . Creatures of Spenser's brain and his royal Mistress's favour held identical commissions to enter in ...
... spirit , pillaged and massacred giants and Paynim as ruthlessly , as Elizabeth's buccaneers despoiled and butchered Dons and Desmonds . Creatures of Spenser's brain and his royal Mistress's favour held identical commissions to enter in ...
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Страница 110 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
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