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 ...
The Argument.A messinger vnto the King doth schoSad news that doth incense his wrathfull IreFrom Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats ...
The Argument.The English armie furth before their KingTo mater comes and all their foraigne aidDouglas returnd recounteth eurie thingDitchis t'intrap ...
The Argument.The feild of Cree feirce Edwards praise beginnHe beats with fiftie fiftein hundreth foesThe thrid time Douglas doth his ...
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
The erle off Carrik Schyr Edward,That stoutar wes than a libardAnd had na will to be ...
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
The Argument.Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriuedBy heauens and his oune valour is relieuedInspight of twyce two hundreth he ...
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wightComplayne I, for ye be my lady dere!I am so sory, now ...
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 ...
The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whar will I get ...
The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,Sae dois it doune the Pa:Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,Quhan they play ...
Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!Owre kynge went forth to Normandy,With grace and myzt of chivalry;The God for him wrouzt ...
An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From ...
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere! I am so ...
Lenten ys come with love to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune,That al this blisse bryngeth;Dayes-eyes in this dales,Notes suete ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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