Chapitre VI. L’art de mourir selon Shelley
L’éloge de l’élégie, voix de l’élitisme et de l’amour de soiMourn, poets! Mourn;—he’s lost! O minstrels, grieve!And with your music let his fame be fed!True lovers! ’round his verse his sorrows weave!And, maidens! Mourn, at last, a poet dead!He is dead,—dead,—dead!S’agissant de la répétition du deui...
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Presses universitaires de Lyon
2011
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| Rochtain ar líne: | https://doi.org/10.4000/books.pul.3291 https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.13089/5fdc https://books.openedition.org/pul/3291 |
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