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As respects all things else , the poet's ideal was the truest truth . The songs of this poet found their way to Ernest . He read them after his customary toil , seated on the bench before his cottage - door , where for such a length of ...
As respects all things else , the poet's ideal was the truest truth . The songs of this poet found their way to Ernest . He read them after his customary toil , seated on the bench before his cottage - door , where for such a length of ...
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As Ernest listened to the poet , he imagined that the Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen too . He gazed earnestly into the poet's glowing eyes . " Who are you , my strangely gifted guest ? ” he said . The poet laid his ...
As Ernest listened to the poet , he imagined that the Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen too . He gazed earnestly into the poet's glowing eyes . " Who are you , my strangely gifted guest ? ” he said . The poet laid his ...
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If it were a comparison of single pieces , or of three or four pieces , by each poet , I do not say that Wordswoith would stand decisively above Gray , or Burns , or Coleridge , or Keats , or Manzoni , or Heine .
If it were a comparison of single pieces , or of three or four pieces , by each poet , I do not say that Wordswoith would stand decisively above Gray , or Burns , or Coleridge , or Keats , or Manzoni , or Heine .
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W H HUDSON | 17 |
GEORGE SANTAYANA | 29 |
THORNTON Wilder | 45 |
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