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... thought . " Occasionally Ramsay does well ; but not once is he able to tune his heart to the noblest and clearest notes of passion . An thou wert my ain thing is a favourable specimen ; but it is clear that the author never lost himself ...
... thought . " Occasionally Ramsay does well ; but not once is he able to tune his heart to the noblest and clearest notes of passion . An thou wert my ain thing is a favourable specimen ; but it is clear that the author never lost himself ...
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... thoughts as well . The English canons of taste were different from the Scotch . The poetic tra- dition of the Scotch impelled almost irresistibly to sim- plicity and truth , that of the English was such that nothing short of a ...
... thoughts as well . The English canons of taste were different from the Scotch . The poetic tra- dition of the Scotch impelled almost irresistibly to sim- plicity and truth , that of the English was such that nothing short of a ...
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... thought o ' bribe , Till in the end they flae him bare , Leave him to poortith and to care , Their fleetching words o'er late he sees , He trudges hame , repines , and dies . " But sometimes , though rarely , and never for many ...
... thought o ' bribe , Till in the end they flae him bare , Leave him to poortith and to care , Their fleetching words o'er late he sees , He trudges hame , repines , and dies . " But sometimes , though rarely , and never for many ...
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... thought he could write prettily than because he felt deeply upon it . Though , therefore , in an age when tastes so different from Milton's were almost universally diffused , it is inter- esting to listen to an echo of his voice ...
... thought he could write prettily than because he felt deeply upon it . Though , therefore , in an age when tastes so different from Milton's were almost universally diffused , it is inter- esting to listen to an echo of his voice ...
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... thought to contain the germ of The Seasons . Though a crude and boyish piece , it has the merit of being the outcome of real observation of nature , and it proves Thomson to have been already , so far , free from the fetters of the ...
... thought to contain the germ of The Seasons . Though a crude and boyish piece , it has the merit of being the outcome of real observation of nature , and it proves Thomson to have been already , so far , free from the fetters of the ...
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