The Brus Book XIII (John Barbour Poems)
Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis werAssemblyt as I said you er,The Stewart Walter that than wasAnd the gud ...
Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis werAssemblyt as I said you er,The Stewart Walter that than wasAnd the gud ...
I. Ai me! why stood I on the bent When Summer wept o'er dying June! I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint Aneath the ...
It fell about the Martinmas tyde,When our Border steeds get corn and hayThe captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
Willie stands in his stable door, And clapping at his steed, And over his white fingers His nose ...
There cam a man to oor toon-en',And a waesome carl was he,Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd,And gleyt o' a blinterin ee.Muckle he ...
As I cam in by Dunidier,An doun by Netherha,There was fifty thousand HielanmenA-marching to Harlaw. As I cam on, an ...
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;And there he saw a lady bright,Come riding down ...
Taci. Su le sogliedel bosco non odoparole che diciumane; ma odoparole pi? nuoveche parlano gocciole e foglielontane.Ascolta. Piovedalle nuvole sparse.Piove ...
About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,And the round tables began,A'! there is cum to our kings courtMony a well-favourd ...
Air — "When she cam' ben, she bobbit."The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,His mind is ta'en up ...
Three score o' nobles rade up the King's ha'But bonnie Glenogie's the flow'r o' them a'Wi' his milk-white steed and ...
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaedThe lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid,The win' blew laich and eerie.In's ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, My mind it was na steady; Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade, A ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
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