The Works of Robert Burns: With an Account of His Life , and a Criticism on His Writing. To which are Prefixed, Some Observations on the Character and Condition of the Scottish Peasantry, Volume 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... letters of Mr. Burns to Mr. Thomson include the songs he presented to him , some of which appear in different stages of their progress ; and these let- ters will be found to exhibit occasionally his notions of song - writing , and his ...
... letters of Mr. Burns to Mr. Thomson include the songs he presented to him , some of which appear in different stages of their progress ; and these let- ters will be found to exhibit occasionally his notions of song - writing , and his ...
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... letter accompanying this , to be forgiven for the liberty I have taken in ad- dressing you , I am , with great esteem , Sir , your most obedient humble servant , G. THOMSON . SIR No. II . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON . I Dumfries , 16th ...
... letter accompanying this , to be forgiven for the liberty I have taken in ad- dressing you , I am , with great esteem , Sir , your most obedient humble servant , G. THOMSON . SIR No. II . MR . BURNS to MR . THOMSON . I Dumfries , 16th ...
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... letter , and I return my warmest acknowledgments for the enthusiasm with which you have entered into our undertak- ing . We have now no doubt of being able to produce produce a collection highly deserving of public attention in all 5.
... letter , and I return my warmest acknowledgments for the enthusiasm with which you have entered into our undertak- ing . We have now no doubt of being able to produce produce a collection highly deserving of public attention in all 5.
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... have been trying to spin a stanza , but could make nothing better than the following : do you mend it , or as Yorick did with the love - letter , whip in your own way . it up O leeze O leeze me on my wee thing , My bonnie 21.
... have been trying to spin a stanza , but could make nothing better than the following : do you mend it , or as Yorick did with the love - letter , whip in your own way . it up O leeze O leeze me on my wee thing , My bonnie 21.
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... letter from Mr. Thomson contains many observations on the Scottish songs , and on the manner of adapting the words to the music , which , at his desire , are suppressed . The subsequent letter of Mr. Burns refers to several of these ...
... letter from Mr. Thomson contains many observations on the Scottish songs , and on the manner of adapting the words to the music , which , at his desire , are suppressed . The subsequent letter of Mr. Burns refers to several of these ...
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ae night ain dear Allan Allan Ramsay alter amang anec anither auld lang syne ballad bard beautiful blithe bonnie bosom braes BURNS Caledonia Cauld charming Chloris CHORUS claute Coila Dainty Davie dear Sir dearest dearie Deil delight Dumfries Duncan Gray Ecclefechan Edinburgh English song English verses fair favourite fine air flowers frae Galla Water give glen hame heart heaven Highland John Anderson lass lassie Lassie wi lea-rig Leiger lines lo'es Lord Gregory lover mair Mary maun melodies merit Mill mony muse Museum Nancy Nanie ne'er never o'er Phillis Pindar pleased pleasure Pleyel poet poetry poor Rob Morris Saw ye Scots Scottish singing stanza suit sung sweet syne taste tell thee thine THOMSON thro tune wander wee thing wild Willie wilt thou young JESSIE
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