Selections from the Early Scottish Poets

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William Hand Browne
John Hopkins Press, 1896 - English poetry - 240 pages
 

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Page 115 - Awalk, luvaris, out of your slomering, Se how the lusty morrow dois up spring.
Page 29 - Now was there maid fast by the Touris wall A gardyn faire, and in the corneris set Ane herbere grene, with wandis long and small Railit about, and so with treis set Was all the place, and hawthorn hegis knet, That lyf was non walkyng there forbye, That mycht within scarce any wight aspy.
Page 122 - In haly legendis haif I hard allevin, Ma sanctis of bischoppis, nor freiris, be sic sevin; Off full few freiris that hes bene sanctis I reid; Quhairfoir ga bring to me ane bischopis weid, Gife evir thow wald my saule zeid vnto Hevin.
Page 118 - This awfull beist full terrible wes of cheir, Persing of luke, and stout of countenance, Rycht strong of corpis, of fassoun fair but feir, Lusty of schaip, lycht of deliverance, 95 Reid of his cullour as is the ruby glance; On feild of gold he stude full mychtely. With flour delycis sirculit lustely.
Page 130 - With curches, cassin thair abone, of kirsp cleir and thin: Thair mantillis grein war as the gress that grew in May sessoun, Fetrit with thair quhyt fingaris about thair fair sydis: Off ferliful fyne favour war thair faceis meik, All full of flurist fairheid, as flouris in June; Quhyt, seimlie, and soft, as the sweit lillies...
Page 132 - My freind, cum neir, And be not strange, I the requeir; Cum brodir, by the hand me tak, Remember thow hes compt to mak Off all thi tyme thow spendit heir.
Page 123 - Als lang as I did beir the freiris style, In me, God wait, wes mony wrink and wyle ; In me wes falset with every wicht to flatter, Quhilk mycht be flemit with na haly waiter; I wes ay reddy all men to begyle.
Page 129 - quhair will ye, man? Bot now I luif that graceles gane." PROLOGUE TO THE TRETIS OF THE TUA MARIIT WEMEN AND THE WEDO Apon the Midsummer evin, mirriest of nichtis, I muvit furth allane, neir as midnicht wes past, Besyd ane gudlie grein garth, full of gay flouris, Hegeit, of ane huge hicht, with hawthorne treis; Quhairon ane bird, on ane bransche...
Page 117 - Baith beist, and bird and flour, befoir the quene, And first the Lyone, gretast of degre, Was callit thair, and he, most fair to sene, With a full hardy contenance and kene, Befoir dame Natur come, and did inclyne, 90 With visage bawld, and curage leonyne.
Page 31 - The fairest or the freschest younge floure That ever I sawe, methought, before that houre, For quhich sodayne abate, anon astert . The blude of all my body to my hert.

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