The History of English Poetry: From the Close of the Eleventh Century to the Commencement of the Eighteenth Century. To which are Prefixed, Three Dissertations: 1. Of the Origin of Romantic Fiction in Europe. 2. On the Introduction of Learning Into England. 3. On the Gesta Romanorum, Volume 3 |
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... Surrey . His education , travels , mistress , life , and poetry . He is the first writer of blank - verse . Italian blank - verse . Surrey the first English classic poet ...... SECTION XXXVIII . Sir Thomas Wyat . Inferior to Surrey as a ...
... Surrey . His education , travels , mistress , life , and poetry . He is the first writer of blank - verse . Italian blank - verse . Surrey the first English classic poet ...... SECTION XXXVIII . Sir Thomas Wyat . Inferior to Surrey as a ...
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... Surrey . His education , travels , mistress , life , and poetry . He is the first writer of blank - rerse . Italian blank - verse . Surrey the first English classic poet . OUR communications and intercourse with Italy , which began to ...
... Surrey . His education , travels , mistress , life , and poetry . He is the first writer of blank - rerse . Italian blank - verse . Surrey the first English classic poet . OUR communications and intercourse with Italy , which began to ...
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... Surrey , with a mistress perhaps as beautiful as Laura , and at least with Petrarch's passion if not his taste , led the way to great im- provements in English poetry , by a happy imitation of Petrarch , and other Italian poets , who ...
... Surrey , with a mistress perhaps as beautiful as Laura , and at least with Petrarch's passion if not his taste , led the way to great im- provements in English poetry , by a happy imitation of Petrarch , and other Italian poets , who ...
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... Surrey's sister . Richmond , however , appears to have died in the year 1536 , about the age of seventeen , having never cohabited with his wife . It was long , before Surrey forgot the untimely loss of this amiable youth , the friend ...
... Surrey's sister . Richmond , however , appears to have died in the year 1536 , about the age of seventeen , having never cohabited with his wife . It was long , before Surrey forgot the untimely loss of this amiable youth , the friend ...
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... Surrey's favorite . It was probably Elisabeth , as she seems always to have lived in England . Every circumstance of the sonnet evidently coincides with this state of the case . But , to begin with the first line , it will naturally be ...
... Surrey's favorite . It was probably Elisabeth , as she seems always to have lived in England . Every circumstance of the sonnet evidently coincides with this state of the case . But , to begin with the first line , it will naturally be ...
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