Three Centuries of Scottish Literature, Том 1Macmillan and Company, 1893 - 229 страница |
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... language . Ramsay himself had his taste trained , his knowledge widened , and his vocabulary enriched in the course of his labours as collector and editor ; and this without opening to himself even the chance of falling into the errors ...
... language . Ramsay himself had his taste trained , his knowledge widened , and his vocabulary enriched in the course of his labours as collector and editor ; and this without opening to himself even the chance of falling into the errors ...
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... language to a wondering people ; he must have forerunners . But the rhetoric of Dunbar and Douglas had been in disuse for more than a century , and the sudden assumption of it by a living writer would not have pleased , but shocked ...
... language to a wondering people ; he must have forerunners . But the rhetoric of Dunbar and Douglas had been in disuse for more than a century , and the sudden assumption of it by a living writer would not have pleased , but shocked ...
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... language in his serious compositions ; but he rarely handled it with His phraseology is full of Scotticisms , sometimes of the most ludicrously obvious description . His attempts at reproducing the verse of Pope in such pieces as ...
... language in his serious compositions ; but he rarely handled it with His phraseology is full of Scotticisms , sometimes of the most ludicrously obvious description . His attempts at reproducing the verse of Pope in such pieces as ...
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... language is certainly not the language of the first half of the 16th century , though the desire to imitate it gives the piece an air of antiquity . The poet pictures himself wandering about musing on the misfor- tunes of his country ...
... language is certainly not the language of the first half of the 16th century , though the desire to imitate it gives the piece an air of antiquity . The poet pictures himself wandering about musing on the misfor- tunes of his country ...
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... language of political economy is well applied to it , for there never was a clearer case in litera- ture of the operation of economic laws . But except Ramsay , there was no one who displayed any sustained capacity to furnish what was ...
... language of political economy is well applied to it , for there never was a clearer case in litera- ture of the operation of economic laws . But except Ramsay , there was no one who displayed any sustained capacity to furnish what was ...
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