A Critique on the Poems of Robert BurnsJ. Brown, 1812 - 70 strán (strany) |
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... says this modest though able writer , " I experienced emotions of * See Burns's Poems , published ( 1811 ) by the trustees of the late James Morison , and sold by Bell and Bradfute , Edinburgh , and Anderson , Stirling . surprise and ...
... says this modest though able writer , " I experienced emotions of * See Burns's Poems , published ( 1811 ) by the trustees of the late James Morison , and sold by Bell and Bradfute , Edinburgh , and Anderson , Stirling . surprise and ...
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... says that great critic , " seems to be , in its genuine state , a narrative , in which beings irrational , and sometimes inanimate ( ar- bores loquuntur , non tantum fera ) , are , for the purpose of moral instruction , feigned to act ...
... says that great critic , " seems to be , in its genuine state , a narrative , in which beings irrational , and sometimes inanimate ( ar- bores loquuntur , non tantum fera ) , are , for the purpose of moral instruction , feigned to act ...
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... of Edinburgh ; and therefore , celebrating the virtues of his Scotch drink , he says , " Thou clears the head o ' doited lear` ; 11 FRONTISPIECE Opposite the Title The Twa Dogs to face Scotch Drink The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer.
... of Edinburgh ; and therefore , celebrating the virtues of his Scotch drink , he says , " Thou clears the head o ' doited lear` ; 11 FRONTISPIECE Opposite the Title The Twa Dogs to face Scotch Drink The Author's Earnest Cry and Prayer.
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... says , 66 Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle To get auld Scotland back her kettle , Or , faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see❜t or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither sang . J.Burnet SCOTCH DRINK ...
... says , 66 Arouse , my boys ! exert your mettle To get auld Scotland back her kettle , Or , faith ! I'll wad my new pleugh - pettle , Ye'll see❜t or lang , She'll teach you , wi ' a reekin whittle , Anither sang . J.Burnet SCOTCH DRINK ...
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... Say , such is royal GEORGE's will , An ' there's the foe ; He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . " Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes ! -wi ' fearless eye he sees him , Wi ' bluidy hand a welcome ...
... Say , such is royal GEORGE's will , An ' there's the foe ; He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . " Nae cauld , faint - hearted doubtings tease him ; Death comes ! -wi ' fearless eye he sees him , Wi ' bluidy hand a welcome ...
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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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