The Brus Book VIII (John Barbour Poems)
The king fra Schyr Aymer wes ganeGadryt his menye everilkanAnd left bath woddis and montanysAnd held hys ...
The king fra Schyr Aymer wes ganeGadryt his menye everilkanAnd left bath woddis and montanysAnd held hys ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
What Stoick could his steely brest containe(If Zeno self, or who were made besideOf tougher mold) from being torne in ...
The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkesTo our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyteBy many grete and ryght notable clerkesGrounded on ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
Wee heare of dire portents, and Prodigies, Sad meteours of bloud, and fire, The signes of heavenly ire, Forewarners of the Earths calamityes, Summons ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
Your Lordshipe when I call to mynd,And your great fauors, whiche I fynd, I plaine, I sighe, my tears doun fall:For ...
Let griefe as farre be from your dearest breastAs I doe wish, or in my hands to ease;Then should it ...
But where they may returne with Honor's grace,Where Venus follies can no harbour winne,But chased are, as worthlesse of the ...
Bee from the Court of Love, and Reason torne,For Love in Reason now doth put his trust,Desert, and liking are ...
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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