A Critique on the Poems of Robert BurnsJ. Brown, 1812 - 70 páginas |
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Address admired amang ance apologue bard Bruar Water Burnet Pinx Burnet Seulp BURNS's poems Cæsar celebrated CHEVALIER'S LAMENT Clerk Seulp concluding stanza Cotter's Saturday Night Craigdarroch creation shall sink critic Death described Despondency dinna Earl of Glencairn Earnest Cry Edinburgh Elegy entitled epistle epitaph ev'n ewie exhibit fable feelings following stanzas frae genius gi'e Halloween heart Holy Fair honour humour inferior J.Burnet James Morison JOHN ANDERSON justly kail Kilmarnock LAMMAS NIGHT language Luath ludicrous Mailie dead maun merit mind mony muckle Muse never observed out-owre painting perhaps Petition of Bruar poet poetical poetry poor praised prophet in drink Queen of Scots reader of taste ROBERT BURNS sang satire says scenes Scotland Sculp seems sentiments Shanter soar when creation Stewart & Burnet ta'en thee thou thy auld tion TWA DOGS verses vivid colours weel whisky whistle worthy written Ye'll YOKIN
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