Robin and Makyne (Robert Henryson Poems)
ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe:Mirry Makyne said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me:I haif thee ...
ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe:Mirry Makyne said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me:I haif thee ...
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
Into the darkness and the deeps My thoughts have strayed, where silence dwells,Where the old world encrypted sleeps,— Myriads of forms, in ...
There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;But now she ...
As I've no hope of returning ever,Little ballad, lightly, softly,Go yourself, to Tuscany,Go straight to my lady,Who of her great ...
Uplifted and lone, set apart with our love On the crest of a soft swelling downCloud shadows that meet on the ...
Oh! oh! the delight of beholding delight!The thing that should be if the world went rightScope for all fitness and ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
In a valley of this restles mindI sought in mountain and in mead,Trusting a true love for to find.Upon an ...
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving worldWere ...
Death, rock me asleep,Bring me to quiet rest,Let pass my weary guiltless ghostOut of my careful breast.Toll on, thou passing ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
She has danced for leagues and leagues, Over thorns and thistles, Prancing to a tune of Griegg's Performed on willow ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
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