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... ballads , conjoined to those strangely thrilling associations of scholarship which Milton so well understood . By a few names of places and men - with an allusion to some quality or feature particularised as if by chance - he recals to ...
... ballads , conjoined to those strangely thrilling associations of scholarship which Milton so well understood . By a few names of places and men - with an allusion to some quality or feature particularised as if by chance - he recals to ...
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... BALLADS . ever . THERE is not a task that can be imagined more difficult of accomplish- ment , than that of unsettling men's faith and belief in anything what- Be it a mere trifle , or a thing of vast moment ; be it a matter of the ...
... BALLADS . ever . THERE is not a task that can be imagined more difficult of accomplish- ment , than that of unsettling men's faith and belief in anything what- Be it a mere trifle , or a thing of vast moment ; be it a matter of the ...
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... such , as to charm men out of their bigotry , or to scatter their prejudices to the four winds of heaven . Unless an assailant can do this , he may as well leave the citadel untouched and the Romantic Scottish Ballads . 41.
... such , as to charm men out of their bigotry , or to scatter their prejudices to the four winds of heaven . Unless an assailant can do this , he may as well leave the citadel untouched and the Romantic Scottish Ballads . 41.
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... Ballads . We confess that we were curious to see the book or paper , or whatever it might turn out to be ; for , though in the main , we had perfect faith in the antiquity of the most of those ballads , yet there were one or two of them ...
... Ballads . We confess that we were curious to see the book or paper , or whatever it might turn out to be ; for , though in the main , we had perfect faith in the antiquity of the most of those ballads , yet there were one or two of them ...
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... Ballads are the productions of a bygone race of men . And we and the rest of us - the is , and the sass - felt ourselves perfectly safe in having a common belief on this subject , with such men as Sir W. Scott and Mr Jamieson . But alas ...
... Ballads are the productions of a bygone race of men . And we and the rest of us - the is , and the sass - felt ourselves perfectly safe in having a common belief on this subject , with such men as Sir W. Scott and Mr Jamieson . But alas ...
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