The Brus Book 19 (John Barbour Poems)
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
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 ...
Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar,Had discomfyt Richard of ClarAnd of Irland all the barnageThris ...
And quhen this connand thus wes madSchir Philip intill Ingland raidAnd tauld the king ...
The king is went till his ...
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off ...
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
Gil Morrice was an erles son,His name it waxed wide:It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot ...
When the twilight deep has fallen then my baby comes to me, Robed in white, all dressed for Dreamland, and ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
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