The Brus Book 18 (John Barbour Poems)
Bot he that rest anoyit ayAnd wald in travaill be alway,A ...
Bot he that rest anoyit ayAnd wald in travaill be alway,A ...
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off ...
Bot he that rest anoyit ayAnd wald in travaill be alway,A ...
Quhen thai within has sene sua slaynThar men and chassyt hame agaynThai war ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
The erle off Carrik Schyr Edward,That stoutar wes than a libardAnd had na will to be ...
The king fra Schyr Aymer wes ganeGadryt his menye everilkanAnd left bath woddis and montanysAnd held hys ...
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,Elizabeth great Empresse of the ...
Tell you I chyll, If that ye wyll A whyle be styll, Of a comely gyll That dwelt on a hyll: But she is not ...
A brother's eye had seen the grief That Duart's lady bore;His boat with sail half-raised flies down The sound by green Lismore.Ahaladah, ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
The Turnament of Tottenham; or, the Wooeing, Winning, and Wedding of Tibbe, the Reev's Davghter There.Of all thes kene conquerours ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad ...
NOw is my loue all ready forth to come, Let all the virgins therefore well awayt, And ye fresh boyes ...
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