A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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... sense of my sin . I know certainly that I have very little sense of my sinful- ness . When I have had turns of weeping and crying for my sins , I thought I knew at the time that my repentance was nothing to my sin . I have greatly ...
... sense of my sin . I know certainly that I have very little sense of my sinful- ness . When I have had turns of weeping and crying for my sins , I thought I knew at the time that my repentance was nothing to my sin . I have greatly ...
Page 182
... senses . His imagination was his bliss and bane . Was he cheerful , he " hops about the gravel with the sparrows ... sense of form and proportion which we seek vainly in almost any other English poet , and some of his sonnets ( tak ...
... senses . His imagination was his bliss and bane . Was he cheerful , he " hops about the gravel with the sparrows ... sense of form and proportion which we seek vainly in almost any other English poet , and some of his sonnets ( tak ...
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... sense that Dr. Johnson wrote verse and Burke prose . The most profound gospel of criticism was , that nothing was ... sense which underlies the senses and is the spirit of them . PRESCOTT [ 1796-1859 Prescott , the historian of the ...
... sense that Dr. Johnson wrote verse and Burke prose . The most profound gospel of criticism was , that nothing was ... sense which underlies the senses and is the spirit of them . PRESCOTT [ 1796-1859 Prescott , the historian of the ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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