The Brus Book V (John Barbour Poems)
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The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn ...
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein ...
On the Sunday morning mustered,Yarning at our ease;Buggies, traps and jinkers clusteredUnderneath the trees,Horses tethered to the fences;Thus we hold ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
Houses have ghosts, they say; well like enough they may have — Folks that have lived within their walls ...
Ain't it rum? said Dan one day,Yarning while he worked awayAt his model, all but done,Of the clipper ship Keemun ...
There's a soft and peaceful feelingComes across the farming handAs the shadows go a-stealingSlow along the new-turned land.The lazy curling ...
We know those little country pubs, By cross-road and by creek,Where faithfully the landlord scrubs His counter once a week,And ...
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