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 ...
The king is went till his ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
Storys to rede ar delatibillSuppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,Than suld storys that suthfast werAnd thai war said on ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
Wij hebben ons vandaag verlaat! Pas bij de laatste brugWaar 't voetpad tusschen 't gras vergaat, Daar keerden wij terug.Achter ons dekt ...
I will not droop my soiled flag,Nor turn a thought on my own shame,Though it be sin without a name,And ...
Stil, wees stil: op zilvren voetenSchrijdt de stilte door den nacht,Stilte die der goden groetenOverbrengt naar lage wacht ...Wat niet ...
Nu kunt gij veilig slapen gaan,Nu al de heemlen openstaan:Ziel, wier verlangen eiken donkren wandIn ster aan ster doorzichtig brandt,En ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
To Churchill's Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind ...
August 4: 1265Earl Simon on the Abbey towerIn summer sunshine stood,While helm and lance o'er Greenhill heightsCome glinting through the ...
Schl?frig singt der K?ster vor, Schl?frig singt auch die Gemeinde. Auf der Kanzel der Pastor Betet still f?r seine Feinde. ...
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s(E. E. Cummings)
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
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