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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... taste and criticism . These opinions , it will be observed , were called forth by the observations of his correspondent , Mr. Thomson ; and without the letters of this gen- tleman , those of Burns would have been often unintelligible ...
... taste and criticism . These opinions , it will be observed , were called forth by the observations of his correspondent , Mr. Thomson ; and without the letters of this gen- tleman , those of Burns would have been often unintelligible ...
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... taste , whether they wish for correct me- lodies , delicate accompaniments , or characteristic verses . We will esteem your poetical assistance a particular favour , besides paying any reasonable price you shall please to demand for it ...
... taste , whether they wish for correct me- lodies , delicate accompaniments , or characteristic verses . We will esteem your poetical assistance a particular favour , besides paying any reasonable price you shall please to demand for it ...
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... taste better than the Collier Lassie , fall on and welcome . O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border ? She's gane , like Alexander , To spread her conquests farther . To see her is to love her , And love but her for ever ...
... taste better than the Collier Lassie , fall on and welcome . O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border ? She's gane , like Alexander , To spread her conquests farther . To see her is to love her , And love but her for ever ...
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... are apparently no part of the original song : but this I do not urge , because the song is of sufficient length though those inferior stanzas be omitted , as they will be by by the singer of taste . You must not think 20.
... are apparently no part of the original song : but this I do not urge , because the song is of sufficient length though those inferior stanzas be omitted , as they will be by by the singer of taste . You must not think 20.
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... taste . You must not think I expect all the songs to be of superlative merit ; that were an unreasonable expectation . I am sensible that no poet can sit down doggedly to pen verses , and succeed well at all times . I am highly pleased ...
... taste . You must not think I expect all the songs to be of superlative merit ; that were an unreasonable expectation . I am sensible that no poet can sit down doggedly to pen verses , and succeed well at all times . I am highly pleased ...
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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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