It is a pity that our author had not
confined himself altogether to this species of poetry, without entering
into a system of ethics, for which his genius seems but ill
adapted.--_The Critical Review_.
[Footnote G: Nous sommes nes pour la verite, et nous ne pouvons souffrir
son abord. Les figures, les paraboles, les emblemes, sont toujours des
ornements necessaires pour qu'elle puisse s'annoncer: on veut, en la
recevant, qu'elle soit _deguisee_.]
ROBERT BURNS
_Poems, chiefly in the Scottish Dialect_. _By_ ROBERT BURNS,
_Kilmarnock_.
When an author we know nothing of solicits our attention, we are but too
apt to treat him with the same reluctant civility we show to a person
who has come unbidden into company. Yet talents and address will
gradually diminish the distance of our behaviour, and when the first
unfavourable impression has worn off, the author may become a favourite,
and the stranger a friend. The poems we have just announced may probably
have to struggle with the pride of learning and the partiality of
refinement; yet they are intitled to particular indulgence.
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