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1 Introd|      inherited the tastes and imagination of the great romantic generation;
2 Introd|       baseness with which his imagination has long been easily and
3 XXI   |     of other existences. Much imagination and learning—those are your
4 XLIV  | strange illness, when we have imagination; and why should such a malady
5 XLV   |       fellow decidedly had an imagination.~Well, adieu. Think of me.
6 XLVIII|  worlds—this assumes that the imagination is still fresh. But I don’
7 CIV   | criticism would require great imagination and great sympathy. I mean