The Works of Robert Burns: Correspondence with Mr. George Thomson, including poetry hitherto unpublished |
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The editors of these seem in general to have depended on the music proving an
excuse for the verses ; and hence , some charming melodies are united to mere
nonsense and doggerel , while others are accommodated with rhymes so loose ...
The editors of these seem in general to have depended on the music proving an
excuse for the verses ; and hence , some charming melodies are united to mere
nonsense and doggerel , while others are accommodated with rhymes so loose ...
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Apropos ! if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter
. Whether in the simplicity of the ballad , or the pathos of the song , I can only
hope to please myself in being allowed at least a sprinkling of our native tongue .
Apropos ! if you are for English verses , there is , on my part , an end of the matter
. Whether in the simplicity of the ballad , or the pathos of the song , I can only
hope to please myself in being allowed at least a sprinkling of our native tongue .
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I agree with you in thinking English verses , that have merit , very eligible ,
wherever new verses are necessary ; because the English becomes every year ,
more and more , the language of Scotland ; but , if you mean that no English
verses ...
I agree with you in thinking English verses , that have merit , very eligible ,
wherever new verses are necessary ; because the English becomes every year ,
more and more , the language of Scotland ; but , if you mean that no English
verses ...
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THOMSON . Sept. 1794 . Do you know a blackguard Irish song , called Onagh's
water - fall ? The air is charming , and I have often regretted the want of decent
verses to it . It is too much , at least for my humble rustic muse , to expect that
every ...
THOMSON . Sept. 1794 . Do you know a blackguard Irish song , called Onagh's
water - fall ? The air is charming , and I have often regretted the want of decent
verses to it . It is too much , at least for my humble rustic muse , to expect that
every ...
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I am far from undervaluing your taste for the strathspey music ; on the contrary , I
think it highly animating and agreeable , and that some of the strathspeys , when
graced with such verses as yours , will make very pleasing songs , in the same ...
I am far from undervaluing your taste for the strathspey music ; on the contrary , I
think it highly animating and agreeable , and that some of the strathspeys , when
graced with such verses as yours , will make very pleasing songs , in the same ...
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