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... poets alone - should have formed the subject of my first endeavour , I can only tell you that in so vast a province , whereof the most ample leisure could not in a lifetime exhaust a tithe , Chance , that happy Goddess , led me at ...
... poets alone - should have formed the subject of my first endeavour , I can only tell you that in so vast a province , whereof the most ample leisure could not in a lifetime exhaust a tithe , Chance , that happy Goddess , led me at ...
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... poets in their kind ; his life by its every accident caused him to write . At fifteen they wedded him to that lovely child whom Richard II had lifted in his arms at Windsor as he rode out in fatal pomp for Ireland . Three years later ...
... poets in their kind ; his life by its every accident caused him to write . At fifteen they wedded him to that lovely child whom Richard II had lifted in his arms at Windsor as he rode out in fatal pomp for Ireland . Three years later ...
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... poetic exercise . For , though he is restrained , as was the manner of his rank when they attempted letters , yet you will not read it often without getting in you a share of its melancholy . That melancholy you can soon discover to be ...
... poetic exercise . For , though he is restrained , as was the manner of his rank when they attempted letters , yet you will not read it often without getting in you a share of its melancholy . That melancholy you can soon discover to be ...
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... poet , humour and physical decline combined make a good , human thing . There is an excellent irony in the refrain : " Salute me , all the company , " whose double interpretation must not be missed , though it may seem far - fetched ...
... poet , humour and physical decline combined make a good , human thing . There is an excellent irony in the refrain : " Salute me , all the company , " whose double interpretation must not be missed , though it may seem far - fetched ...
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... poets of Christendom . It led to no excess of matter , but to an exuberance of attitude and manner , to an inexhaust- ibility of special words , to a brilliancy of impression unique even among his own people . He was poor ; he was ...
... poets of Christendom . It led to no excess of matter , but to an exuberance of attitude and manner , to an inexhaust- ibility of special words , to a brilliancy of impression unique even among his own people . He was poor ; he was ...
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