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“The [Second World] war may thus have acted as a forcing-bed, bringing to somewhat speedier development what was already securely rooted in the circumstances of our nation; and in this sense it may, perhaps, be said that: "The Scottish Renaissance was conceived in the First World War and sprang into lusty life in the Second World War.”

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Book:The New Scotland: 17 Chapters on Scottish Reconstruction
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The New Scotland: 17 Chapters on Scottish Reconstruction

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Hugh MacDiarmid
Hugh MacDiarmid

Scottish poet born on August 11, 1892, and died on September 9, 1978. His poetry is characterized by a strong sense of nationalism and has had a profound impact on Scottish culture and language. more

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