Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
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However , if there were any such , none of their legends are now extant , unless
the fragments printed in the appendix , ( No . 1 ) subjoined to this essay , be
considered as genuine . Admitting that they are so , which we believe to be the
fact ...
However , if there were any such , none of their legends are now extant , unless
the fragments printed in the appendix , ( No . 1 ) subjoined to this essay , be
considered as genuine . Admitting that they are so , which we believe to be the
fact ...
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After Chatterton , there have sprouted up many imitators of the language , not of
the spirit of the ancient poets . That “ marvellous boy , " with all the holes the
antiquarian may pick in his doublet , is still the matchless prince of literary
impostors ...
After Chatterton , there have sprouted up many imitators of the language , not of
the spirit of the ancient poets . That “ marvellous boy , " with all the holes the
antiquarian may pick in his doublet , is still the matchless prince of literary
impostors ...
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Fy let us a ' to the bridal , For there will be lilting there ; For Jockie ' s to be marry '
d to Maggie , The lass wi ' the gouden hair . And there will be lang - kail and
pottage , And bannocks of barley meal , And there will be good saut herring , To ...
Fy let us a ' to the bridal , For there will be lilting there ; For Jockie ' s to be marry '
d to Maggie , The lass wi ' the gouden hair . And there will be lang - kail and
pottage , And bannocks of barley meal , And there will be good saut herring , To ...
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And there will be gleed Geordy Janners , And Kirsh wi ' the lily - white leg , Wha
gade to the south for manners , And bang ' d up her wame in Mons - meg , Fy let
us a ' , & c . And there will be Judan Maclawrie , And blinking daft Barbara Macleg
...
And there will be gleed Geordy Janners , And Kirsh wi ' the lily - white leg , Wha
gade to the south for manners , And bang ' d up her wame in Mons - meg , Fy let
us a ' , & c . And there will be Judan Maclawrie , And blinking daft Barbara Macleg
...
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For there ' s nae luck about the house , There is nae luck ava ; There ' s little
pleasure in the house , When our gudeman ' s awa . And gie to me my bigonet ,
My bishop - satin gown ; For I maun tell the bailie ' s wife That Colin ' s come to
town .
For there ' s nae luck about the house , There is nae luck ava ; There ' s little
pleasure in the house , When our gudeman ' s awa . And gie to me my bigonet ,
My bishop - satin gown ; For I maun tell the bailie ' s wife That Colin ' s come to
town .
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| Título | Beauties of the Scottish poets, or Harp of Renfrewshire, a collection of songs and other poetical pieces, with notes, and a short essay on the poets of Renfrewshire [by W. Motherwell. Re-issue of the harp of Renfrewshire, with cancel title-leaf]. |
| Autor | Renfrew county |
| Editor | William Motherwell |
| Colaborador | Scottish poets |
| Publicado | 1821 |
| Original de | Oxford University |
| Digitalizado | 26 set. 2006 |
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