The Brus Book 19 (John Barbour Poems)
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
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 ...
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
The king is went till his ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off ...
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
Tant ai mo cor ple de joya,tot me desnatura.Flor blancha, vermeilh'e groyame par la frejura,c'ab lo ven et ab la ...
Pois preyatz me, senhor,qu'eu chan, eu chantarai;e can cuit chantar, plora l'ora c'o essai.Greu veiretz chantadorbe chan, si mal li ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
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 ...
Pos de chantar m'es pres talentz,Farai un vers don sui dolenz:Mais non serai obedienz,En Peitau ni en Lemozi. Translation:As the ...
Enfants d'un jour, o nouveau-nes,Petites bouches, petits nez,Petites levres demi-closes, Membres tremblants, Si frais, si blancs, ...
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e}, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal; ...
Souvent le malheureux sourit parmi ses pleurs, Et voit quelque plaisir na?tre au sein des douleurs. Sous ses hauts monts ...
Mon ame a son secret, ma vie a son mystere:Un amour eternel en un moment concu.Le mal est sans espoir, ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier Qui raconte avoir vu ...
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