VI. "Allace AURORE, (the fillie lark did cry) Quhair has thou left thy balmy liquour fweit, "That us rejoifit mounting in the sky? 66 Thy filver dropps are turned into fleit. "Of fair PHEBUS quhair is the holfum heit, "Quhy tholis thow thy hevinlie plefand face, "With myftic vapouris to be obfcurit, allace! VII. "Quhair art thou May, with June thy fister schene "Weill bordourit with dafeis of delyte? "And gentill Julie, with thy mantill grene, "Enamelit with rofis reid and quhyte ? "Now auld and cauld Januar in dispyte "Reiffis from us all paftime and plesure "Allace! quhait gentle hart may VIII. "Ovirfilit ar with cloudis odious "The goldin fkyis of the orient, 66 this indure? Changeing in forrow our fing melodious, Quhilk we had wont to fing with gude intent, "Refoundand to the hevinnis firmament, 66 "But now our day is changed into the nicht," With that they rose and flew forth of my ficht. HARDY KNUTE A FRAGMENT. I. TATELY ftept he east the wa, Full seventy zeirs he now had fene, He livit quhen Britons breach of faith And II. Hie on a hill his castle ftude, Saif ELENOR the queen. III. Full thirtein fons to him fcho bare, In bluidy ficht with fword in hand, Nyne loft their lives bot doubt; Four zit remain, lang may they live To ftand 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, Her girdle fhawd her middle gimp, And gowden glift her hair. V. The king of Norfe in fummer tyde, Drinking the blude-reid wyne. VI. "To horse, to horfe, my ryal liege, VII. Go little page, tell HARDYKNUTE, To draw his fword, the dreid of faes, The little page flew swift as dart Flung by his master's arm, Cum down, cum down lord HARDYKNUTE, And rid zour king frae harm. VIII. Then reid, reid grow his dark-brown cheiks, Sae did his dark-brown brow; His luiks grew kene, as they were wont, In dangers great to do; He hes tane a horn as grene as glass, And gien five founds fae fhrill, That treis in grene wode schuke thereat, IX. His fons in manly fport and glie, They heard their fatheris horn. That horn, quod they, neir founds in peace, We haif other fport to byde; And fune they heyd them up the hill, And fune were at his fyde. X. Late, late the zeftrene I weind in peace But now that NORSE dois proudly boast Fair Scotland to inthrall, Its neir be faid of HARDYKNUTE He feard to ficht or fall. XI. ROBIN of Rothfay, bend thy bow, Many a comely countenance They haif turnd to deidly pale: Brade THOMAS tak ze but zour lance, Ze need nae weapons mair, Gif ze ficht weit as ze did anes Gainft Westmorland's ferfs heir. |