The Brus Book IV (John Barbour Poems)
In Rawchryne leve we now the kingIn rest foroutyn barganyng,And off his fayis a quhile speke weThat ...
In Rawchryne leve we now the kingIn rest foroutyn barganyng,And off his fayis a quhile speke weThat ...
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar,Had discomfyt Richard of ClarAnd of Irland all the barnageThris ...
And quhen this connand thus wes madSchir Philip intill Ingland raidAnd tauld the king ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
Quhen thai within has sene sua slaynThar men and chassyt hame agaynThai war ...
Thogh brutal beestes be irrational,That is to say, wantand, discretioun,Yit ilk ane in their kindes naturalHas many divers inclinatioun:The bair ...
And also with great diligence,Thei fonde thilke Experience:Which cleped is Alconomie,Whereof the Silver multiplie;Thei made, and eke the Gold also.And ...
I. O tear-eyed goddess of the marble brow, Who showerest snows of tresses on the night Of anguished temples! lonely watcher, thou Who bendest ...
Now mirk December's dowie faceGlours our the rigs wi' sour grimace,While, thro' his minimum of space,The bleer-ey'd sunWi' blinkin light ...
Tools with the comely names,Mattock and scythe and spade,Couth and bitter as flames,Clean, and bowed in the blade,--A man and ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Upon a haystack in lands of South,I lay, while facing skies of night,The choir of stars, alive and couth, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
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