English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 |
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... wonder , when the kissing had to stop ? " Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it , and I want the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's be- come of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly ...
... wonder , when the kissing had to stop ? " Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it , and I want the heart to scold . Dear dead women , with such hair , too - what's be- come of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly ...
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... wonder the way that wickedness will spoil a man , 40 MAHON . My wickedness , is it ? Amn't I after say- ing it is himself has me destroyed , and he a liar on walls , a talker of folly , a man you'd see stretched the half of the day in ...
... wonder the way that wickedness will spoil a man , 40 MAHON . My wickedness , is it ? Amn't I after say- ing it is himself has me destroyed , and he a liar on walls , a talker of folly , a man you'd see stretched the half of the day in ...
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... wonder of the Western World . MAHON . I seen it's my son . WIDOW QUIN . You seen that you're mad . [ Cheer- ing outside . ] Do you hear them cheering him in the zig - zags of the road ? Aren't you after saying that your son's a fool ...
... wonder of the Western World . MAHON . I seen it's my son . WIDOW QUIN . You seen that you're mad . [ Cheer- ing outside . ] Do you hear them cheering him in the zig - zags of the road ? Aren't you after saying that your son's a fool ...
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The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
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