The Famous Historie: Cap. VI (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.By Fortune Valor and aduentrous chanceThe Douglas doth releiue thrie Scottish DamesIn Arrans Ile and doth from thence aduanceWhill ...
The Argument.By Fortune Valor and aduentrous chanceThe Douglas doth releiue thrie Scottish DamesIn Arrans Ile and doth from thence aduanceWhill ...
The Argument.First at Glentroll doth Scotts renowned PrinceGet victorie aboue the English foeDouglas at Ederfoord with valiaunceBy fourtie doth a ...
The Argument.The south and North crownes ioynd by that great KingWho of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embraceHis works his ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.The Kyng called ...
The Argument.Bruce falleth sick neir to the Northern ShoreTho armie mutines for his sore diseasWhom at that instant heauins to ...
The Argument.Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir cho'sNor peace nor warre on ether syd displaysHard fait anon prepaireth greatter voesGreat ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
The Argument.Scotlands great King from treasone ill contriuedBy heauens and his oune valour is relieuedInspight of twyce two hundreth he ...
The Argument.Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned KingAnd by three theeues works him a niew dispight,To God he praies who ...
Like an Oblation set before a Shrine,Fair One! I offer up this heart of mine.Whether the Saint accept my Gift ...
If thou our Prince set forth in colours fit,Let Maiestie (inthron'd) in's Countenance sit.On's lips let Pitho, on's brows let ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie, O Kenmure's on and awa: An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway ...
SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
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