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“Novel-writing has in one respect an affinity to the drama—that time and distance are required to soften for use the harsher features that may be exhibited from real life; that it was almost impossible to bring forward events without touching on their causes; and that any tendency to political discussion, however liberal or applicable, was not to be tolerated in a sort of work which people took up with no other design than to be amused at the least possible expence of thought.”

Quote by Charlotte Turner Smith

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Marchmont: A Novel

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Charlotte Turner Smith
Charlotte Turner Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith, born on May 4, 1749 and died on October 28, 1806, was an English poet. Her poetry is known for its delicate emotions and profound personal experiences, and is considered one of the pioneers of English Romantic poetry. more

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