The Battle Of Harlaw–Evergreen Version (Andrew Lang Poems)
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
O who will show me those delights on high? Echo. ...
Philippians II: 9: Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him.View, all ye eyes above, this sight which flingsSeraphick Phancies in ...
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrong?d thee,Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may ...
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,I here resigne into thy handThe Son of Prayers, of vowes, of teares,The child ...
Good Reader yeld thy listing earelet hart and minde be prest,For thinges right wondrous thou shalt heareand learne to choose ...
Immortal love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
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