Three Centuries of Scottish Literature, Том 1Macmillan and Company, 1893 - 229 страница |
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... true that the minor writers of English are as little original as it is possible to conceive . With regard to the more considerable men , it will be the business of a separate chapter to justify the assertion that they taught as much as ...
... true that the minor writers of English are as little original as it is possible to conceive . With regard to the more considerable men , it will be the business of a separate chapter to justify the assertion that they taught as much as ...
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... true poetry . But it was a dangerous style for a genera- tion of poets already too conventional ; and Pope and Philips show what it may become when the artificial framework is filled with artificial sentiment . Gay , who merely intended ...
... true poetry . But it was a dangerous style for a genera- tion of poets already too conventional ; and Pope and Philips show what it may become when the artificial framework is filled with artificial sentiment . Gay , who merely intended ...
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... true humour and sympathetic delineation of character and life . The dialogue is sprinkled with songs , never of high merit , frequently of scarce moderate merit . Very often they simply weave into lyric measure the common sense of the ...
... true humour and sympathetic delineation of character and life . The dialogue is sprinkled with songs , never of high merit , frequently of scarce moderate merit . Very often they simply weave into lyric measure the common sense of the ...
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... true familiar . " But whether intentional or unconscious , the incongruity , degrading a song otherwise fine though not otherwise faultless , is equally inexcusable . But as Ramsay was little fitted to excel in serious composition , so ...
... true familiar . " But whether intentional or unconscious , the incongruity , degrading a song otherwise fine though not otherwise faultless , is equally inexcusable . But as Ramsay was little fitted to excel in serious composition , so ...
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... true that " our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought . " Occasionally Ramsay does well ; but not once is he able to tune his heart to the noblest and clearest notes of passion . wert my ain thing is a favourable ...
... true that " our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought . " Occasionally Ramsay does well ; but not once is he able to tune his heart to the noblest and clearest notes of passion . wert my ain thing is a favourable ...
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Страница 184 - BARD'S EPITAPH Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool? Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear.
Страница 177 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
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Страница 111 - This is the place, the centre of the grove; Here stands the oak, the monarch of the wood. How sweet and solemn is this mid-night scene ! The silver moon, unclouded, holds her way Through skies where I could count each little star.