The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 páginas |
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... intent , " Refoundand to the hevinnis firmament , " But now our day is changed into the nicht , " With that they rose and flew forth of my ficht . HARDY KNUTE A FRAGMENT . STATELY I. TATELY ftept he R 2 PROLOGUE . 123.
... intent , " Refoundand to the hevinnis firmament , " But now our day is changed into the nicht , " With that they rose and flew forth of my ficht . HARDY KNUTE A FRAGMENT . STATELY I. TATELY ftept he R 2 PROLOGUE . 123.
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... ficht with fword in hand Nyne loft their lives bot doubt ; Four zit remain , lang may they live To stand my liege and land : Hie was their fame , hie was their micht , And hie was their command . IV . Great luve they bare to FAIRLY fair ...
... ficht with fword in hand Nyne loft their lives bot doubt ; Four zit remain , lang may they live To stand my liege and land : Hie was their fame , hie was their micht , And hie was their command . IV . Great luve they bare to FAIRLY fair ...
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... ficht or fall . XI . ROBIN of Rothfay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows fhcute fae leil , Many a comely countenance They haif turnd to deidly pale : Brade THOMAS tak ze but zour lance , Ze neid nae weapons mair , Gif ze ficht weit as ze did ...
... ficht or fall . XI . ROBIN of Rothfay , bend thy bow , Thy arrows fhcute fae leil , Many a comely countenance They haif turnd to deidly pale : Brade THOMAS tak ze but zour lance , Ze neid nae weapons mair , Gif ze ficht weit as ze did ...
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... ficht . XVII . Aryfe zoung knicht , and mount zour fteid , Full lowns the shynand day , Cheis frae my menzie quhom ze pleis To leid ze on the way . With fmylefs luke , and vifage wan The wounded knicht replyd , Kycd chiftain , zour ...
... ficht . XVII . Aryfe zoung knicht , and mount zour fteid , Full lowns the shynand day , Cheis frae my menzie quhom ze pleis To leid ze on the way . With fmylefs luke , and vifage wan The wounded knicht replyd , Kycd chiftain , zour ...
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... braid encampit on the dale , Norfs menzie lay in ficht ; Zonder my valiant fons and ferfs , Our raging revers wait On the unconquerit Scottish swaird To try with us thair fate . XXI . Mak orifons to him that faift Our fauls 130 HARDYKNUTE .
... braid encampit on the dale , Norfs menzie lay in ficht ; Zonder my valiant fons and ferfs , Our raging revers wait On the unconquerit Scottish swaird To try with us thair fate . XXI . Mak orifons to him that faift Our fauls 130 HARDYKNUTE .
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Página 62 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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