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, Том 4T. Cadell and W. Davies ; and W. Creech at Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... beautiful Work projected and executed by the latter , the nature of which is explained in the first number of the following series . * The undertaking of Mr. Thomson , is one 66 66 * This work is entitled , " A Select Collection of Ori ...
... beautiful Work projected and executed by the latter , the nature of which is explained in the first number of the following series . * The undertaking of Mr. Thomson , is one 66 66 * This work is entitled , " A Select Collection of Ori ...
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... beautiful song , O Nancy wilt thou go with me , that one would think he wrote it on purpose for the air . How- ever , it is not at all our wish to confine you to English verses ; you shall freely be allowed a sprinkling of your native ...
... beautiful song , O Nancy wilt thou go with me , that one would think he wrote it on purpose for the air . How- ever , it is not at all our wish to confine you to English verses ; you shall freely be allowed a sprinkling of your native ...
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... beautiful ballad in the English language . But let me remark to you , that , in the sentiment and style of our Scottish airs , there is a pastoral simplicity , a something that one may call the Doric style and dialect of vocal music ...
... beautiful ballad in the English language . But let me remark to you , that , in the sentiment and style of our Scottish airs , there is a pastoral simplicity , a something that one may call the Doric style and dialect of vocal music ...
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... beautiful an air . I tried to mend it , but the awkward sound Ogie recurring so often in the rhyme , spoils every at- tempt at introducing sentiment into the piece . The The foregoing song pleases myself ; I think it is 18.
... beautiful an air . I tried to mend it , but the awkward sound Ogie recurring so often in the rhyme , spoils every at- tempt at introducing sentiment into the piece . The The foregoing song pleases myself ; I think it is 18.
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... beautiful stroke engravings ; the one characteristic of the plaintive , and the other of the lively songs ; and I have Dr. Beattie's promise of an essay upon the subject of our national music , if his health will permit him to write it ...
... beautiful stroke engravings ; the one characteristic of the plaintive , and the other of the lively songs ; and I have Dr. Beattie's promise of an essay upon the subject of our national music , if his health will permit him to write it ...
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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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