John Barbour Poems on Cry (13 Poems)
The Brus Book 19 (John Barbour Poems)
[The conspiracy against King Robert; its discovery] Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set men apon felonyTo ger thaim cum to senyoury,5 Gert lordis off full gret renouneMak a fell conjuraciounAgayn Robert the … Continue reading
The Brus Book XIX (John Barbour Poems)
[The conspiracy against King Robert; its discovery] Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set men apon felonyTo ger thaim cum to senyoury,Gert lordis off full gret renouneMak a fell conjuraciounAgayn Robert the douchty … Continue reading
The Brus Book XIII (John Barbour Poems)
[Douglas's division attacks]Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis werAssemblyt as I said you er,The Stewart Walter that than wasAnd the gud lord als of DouglasIn a bataill, quhen that thai sawThe erle foroutyn dred or awAssembill with his cumpanyOn all that … Continue reading
The Brus Book IV (John Barbour Poems)
[English harshness to prisoners]In Rawchryne leve we now the kingIn rest foroutyn barganyng,And off his fayis a quhile speke weThat throu thar mycht and thar powsteMaid sic a persecuciouneSa hard, sa strayt and sa felouneOn thaim that till hym luffand … Continue reading
The Brus Book IX (John Barbour Poems)
[The king goes to Inverurie and falls ill]Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre deliveryt beOff Inglis folk and thar powste,And turne we till the noble kingThat with the folk off his ledingTowart the … Continue reading
The Brus Book XVI (John Barbour Poems)
[King Robert goes to Ireland] Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar,Had discomfyt Richard of ClarAnd of Irland all the barnageThris throu his worthi vasselagAnd syne with all his men of maynTill Cragfergus wes cummyn agayn,The gud erle of Murreff … Continue reading
The Brus Book VI (John Barbour Poems)
[Sir Ingram Umfraville praises the king;the men of Galloway pursue him with a tracker dog] The king is went till his logyngAnd off this deid sone come tithingTill Schyr Ingrame the UmfravillThat thocht his sutelte and gyleHaid al failyeit in … Continue reading
The Brus Book V (John Barbour Poems)
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn and byrdis smaleAs turturis and the nychtyngaleBegouth rycht sariely to syngAnd for to mak in thar singyngSwete notis and sounys … Continue reading
The Brus Book VII (John Barbour Poems)
[The king escapes from the hound]The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone entryt heAnd held doun towart a valeQuhar throu the woid a watter ran.Thidder in gret hy wend he thanAnd begouth … Continue reading
The Brus Book XII (John Barbour Poems)
[The king prepares his division] Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off Ingland quhen heWas cummyn with his gret menyeNer to the place, as I said ar,Quhar Scottismen arayit war,He gert … Continue reading
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