The Harp of Renfrewshire:: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces (many of which are Original), Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory, Critical, and Biographical, and a Short Essay on the Poets of RenfrewshireWilliam Motherwell Alex. Gardner., 1872 - 454 страници |
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... written for the work , and to such as have assisted them in the arrangement of materials and other compilatory parts ... writing , and rythmical melody , have often been , they candidly confess , of eminent service to them . No ...
... written for the work , and to such as have assisted them in the arrangement of materials and other compilatory parts ... writing , and rythmical melody , have often been , they candidly confess , of eminent service to them . No ...
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... written , but whether much to the purpose or not , is a question easier propounded perhaps than conveniently answered . Those of what may be called the middle period , are scarcely known at all , except by name and the inimitable pieces ...
... written , but whether much to the purpose or not , is a question easier propounded perhaps than conveniently answered . Those of what may be called the middle period , are scarcely known at all , except by name and the inimitable pieces ...
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... written . " love Like William Dunbar , Montgomerie polluted his fine genius by a Flyting with a brother Maker . Flyting , a species of com- position which appears to have been a source of much pleasure to many of our elder poets , at ...
... written . " love Like William Dunbar , Montgomerie polluted his fine genius by a Flyting with a brother Maker . Flyting , a species of com- position which appears to have been a source of much pleasure to many of our elder poets , at ...
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... writing this essay , expecting to find some notices respecting the history of the literature of the County , as well as of its pedigrees , parishes , and superficial contents in arable or unarable ground . But this mass of dullness gave ...
... writing this essay , expecting to find some notices respecting the history of the literature of the County , as well as of its pedigrees , parishes , and superficial contents in arable or unarable ground . But this mass of dullness gave ...
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... written after having made a fruitless search for some account of Robert Crawfurd , a cadet of the Auchinames family , thinking the frigidity of the genealogist would have thawed and dissolved itself , as the fine songs of Tweedside ...
... written after having made a fruitless search for some account of Robert Crawfurd , a cadet of the Auchinames family , thinking the frigidity of the genealogist would have thawed and dissolved itself , as the fine songs of Tweedside ...
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Arthurlie Bard beauty blaw bloom blythe bonny lassie bonny Peggy bosom bower brae breast breath bright Buttermere Camoens cauld charms cheek dear death delight Dunblane e'en e'er Ellen fair father fled flower frae Francis Sempill gane genius glow gude hame happy heart heaven hidder hope ilka Jean Adam Jessie John John Sim lady lass life's lo'e lov'd maid Mary maun morning nae mair native ne'er never night o'er pleasure poem poet poetical poor R. A. Smith Renfrewshire Robert Sempill Robert Tannahill rose round scene Scotish Scotland Sempill sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sung sweet sweetly Tannahill tear thair thee there's thine Thomas Moore thou Tralee tree Twas wander warl wave weary weel weep wild Willy winds wyllowe yon burn side young Jessie youth
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