The Famous Historie: Cap. XII (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.First at Glentroll doth Scotts renowned PrinceGet victorie aboue the English foeDouglas at Ederfoord with valiaunceBy fourtie doth a ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feildTo tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?Thou who dost daily feel his ...
When Butterflyes, and Prizes vaine I spye, In silke wormes labours clad, That a faire tincture had From silly wormes likewise: then presently, I ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
To the Superior World to Solemn PeaceTo Regions where Delights shall never ceaseTo Living Springs and to Celestial shadeFor change ...
At last, my old inveterate foe,No opposition shalt thou know.Since I by struggling, can obtainNothing, but encrease of pain,I will ...
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Behold this little volume here inrolde: 'Tis the Almighty's present to the world: Hearken earth's earth; each sencelesse thing can ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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