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But it represents a doctrine in which I profoundly believe and one which is
several times insisted on in these essays ; and I hope that it is not altogether
inappropriate to a volume which , while dealing primarily with some aspects of
the English ...
But it represents a doctrine in which I profoundly believe and one which is
several times insisted on in these essays ; and I hope that it is not altogether
inappropriate to a volume which , while dealing primarily with some aspects of
the English ...
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I believe that custom , and I think not an unwise custom , prescribes that a
stranger should devote his first appearance , not to any special subject or
anything of detail , but to what may be called general conversation , as in social
life we expect ...
I believe that custom , and I think not an unwise custom , prescribes that a
stranger should devote his first appearance , not to any special subject or
anything of detail , but to what may be called general conversation , as in social
life we expect ...
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Pindar may not have believed in the actual existence of any such divinity as Echo
; Keats certainly did not believe in the goddess Maia ; but each is in his poem for
the moment lifted up out of himself , is become no longer a 28 THE GRAND ...
Pindar may not have believed in the actual existence of any such divinity as Echo
; Keats certainly did not believe in the goddess Maia ; but each is in his poem for
the moment lifted up out of himself , is become no longer a 28 THE GRAND ...
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... husband or father at all ; and as citizen or patriot , as the holder of this rather
than that view in the religious or political discussions of his day , we only know
him through such indications as we believe ourselves able to extract from his
plays .
... husband or father at all ; and as citizen or patriot , as the holder of this rather
than that view in the religious or political discussions of his day , we only know
him through such indications as we believe ourselves able to extract from his
plays .
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That event took place in 1593 , and if , as some believe , Romeo and Juliet was
written in 1591 or 1592 , Shakespeare had already produced a play which in its
single splendour of poetry , pathos , and humour utterly outshines and outvalues
...
That event took place in 1593 , and if , as some believe , Romeo and Juliet was
written in 1591 or 1592 , Shakespeare had already produced a play which in its
single splendour of poetry , pathos , and humour utterly outshines and outvalues
...
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