Scotish Poems of the Sixteenth Century, المجلد 1

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Sir John Graham Dalyell (bart), John Graham Dalyell
A. Constable, 1801 - 532 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 375 - An Account of the Preservation of King Charles II. after the Battle of Worcester, drawn up by himself.
الصفحة 210 - Exill al vice, and follow treuth alway ; Lufe maist thy God, that first thy lufe began, And for ilk inche He will thd quyte ane span.
الصفحة 303 - Come of the tryb Gog Magoge ; Ane elphe, ane elvasche incubus, Ane lewrand lawrie licherous ; Ane fals, forloppen, fenyeit freir, Ane raungard for greid of geir, Still daylie drinckand or he dyne, A wirriare of the gude sweit wyne ; Ane baxters sone, ane beggar borne, That twyse his surnaime hes mensuorne To be called Costene he tho* schame, He tuke vp Costantine to name.
الصفحة 284 - With frwseyis wyde, inuironit be slycht, Montanis and myndis, leit neuer man luik out ; For ordinance thay dang at day and nycht, By weirlyk volyis ; thocht the wallis wes wycht...
الصفحة 1 - I AM the Lord thy God, who brought thee out of the land of Egypt, and out of the house of bondage.
الصفحة 243 - With jak and sword, gude hors, knapscall and speir ; Quhair sic wer wont brauely to mak thame bowne With lord or laird to ryde to burrowis towne ; Quhair sic wer wont at all games to be reddy, To schuit or loup, for to exerce thair body ; Now mon thay wirk and labour, pech and pant, To pay thair maisters maillis exhorbitant ; Ryne out the mures, the bestialls gers intak ; Thay ar sa waik thay dow not beir a jak.
الصفحة 45 - To yow this tythinges trew I bring, And I will of them say and sing. " This day to yow is borne ane Childe Of Marie meike and Virgine mylde, That blissit Bame, bining and kynde, Sail yow rejoyce baith heart and mynd.
الصفحة 323 - I wilbe brief in that respect. Bot yit the menstrallis and the bairdis, Thair trowand to obtene rewardis, About his ludgene loudlie played ; Bot menstrallis, serving man, and maid, Gat Mitchell in an auld pocke nucke, Save dira adew his leive he tuik. He be the gait with murmor passis, Allace, I have forget the lasses ! Bot yit thay shall not want a plak ; Will God give I returne abak.
الصفحة 314 - He aped him sone, and gat the thrid ; Ane carling of the Quene of Phareis, That ewill win geir to elphyne careis ; Through all Brade Abane scho has bene, On horsbak on Hallow ewin ; And ay in seiking certayne nightis, As scho sayis with...
الصفحة 46 - O God that made all creature, How art thow becum so pure, That on the hay and stray will lye, Amang the asses, oxin and kye ? And were the warld ten tymes so wide, Cled ouer with gold and stanes of pride, Unworthy zit it were to thee, Under thy feit ane stule to bee. The sylke and sandell, thee to eis, Are hay and sempill swelling clais, Quhairin thow gloiris, greitest King, As thow in heuin were in thy ring. Thow tuke like paines temporall, To make me riche perpetual!

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