Introduction to PoetrySloane, 1951 - 556 páginas Donated by Sydney Harris. |
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... look and sound like the thing Wordsworth himself was gazing at . Or merely to look , for there was no sound . The silence of London had been perhaps the first thing to strike him . All of it now is silent as we see it through the eyes ...
... look and sound like the thing Wordsworth himself was gazing at . Or merely to look , for there was no sound . The silence of London had been perhaps the first thing to strike him . All of it now is silent as we see it through the eyes ...
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... looks , and indeed it may be looking off - as blank and inhuman as that of the sun's disk when it burns for no reason except its own heat . We look at the sun but the sun does not look at us ; or if it does , there is no feeling in its ...
... looks , and indeed it may be looking off - as blank and inhuman as that of the sun's disk when it burns for no reason except its own heat . We look at the sun but the sun does not look at us ; or if it does , there is no feeling in its ...
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... look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay , Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock with me after I am gone . you ...
... look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse , But let your love even with my life decay , Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock with me after I am gone . you ...
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Had Not Minded Walls Emily Dickinson | 3 |
An Ode Matthew Prior | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
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