Scottish alliterative poems in riming stanzas

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François Joseph Amours
W. Blackwood and sons, 1897 - Dialect poetry, Scottish - 481 pages

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Page 316 - Fesauntes fayre, theyr were no wane, Both Storkes and Snytes ther were also, And venyson freshe of Bucke and Do, And other deyntes many one, For to set afore the kynge...
Page 103 - 3one is Wymond, I wait, it worthis na weir ; I ken him weill, thocht he be cled in vther clething, 705 In clais of clene gold, kythand jone cleir. Quhen he harbreit with me, be half as, he is heir, In faith he is of mair stait than euer he me tald. Allace, that I was bidder wylit, I dreid me sair I be begylit ! " 710 The King preuilie smylit, Quhen he saw that bald.
Page 94 - I am bot ane mad man, that thow hes heir met, I haue na myster to matche with maisterfull men ; Fairand ouir the feildis, fewell to fet, And oft fylit my feit in mony foull fen ; Gangand with laidis, my gouerning to get.
Page xi - Servitouris.} It would be foreign to the purport of this work to illustrate at any length the various objects and pursuits of the Scotish Monarch, or even to enumerate the names of those artists and other persons whom the poet here mentions in general...
Page 289 - That is to sey, the foules of ravyne Were hyest set; and than the foules smale, That eten as hem nature wolde enclyne, As worm...
Page 101 - ... gane ; Enbraissit the bandis beliue, or that he wald blin, Syne leit the wy at his will wend in the wane. 630 " Gang seik him now thy self," he said vpon hicht; " My self hes na lasair Fra thir jettis to fair." " Be Christ," said the Coiljear,
Page 94 - That the King wait not of, nouther nicht nor morne ; For to towsill me or tit me, thocht foull be my clais, Or I be dantit on sic wyse, my lyfe salbe lorne.
Page 97 - Thow fand me fechand nathing that followit to feid, I war ane fule gif I fled, and fand nane affray ; Bot as ane lauchfull man my laidis to leid, That leifis with mekle lawtie and laubour in fay. Be the Mother and the Maydin that maid vs remeid...
Page 322 - Gye, sche seyde, what wylt thou done? jyt haste thou not wonnen thy schone. Of a gode knyghtys mystere Hyt ys the furste manere Wyth some odur gode knyght Odur to juste or to fyght." In a note to that passage, the editor gives several quotations of the same phrase. Others will be found in ' Halliwell,' sv Shone, and in Ritson's ' Metrical Romances,
Page 363 - Bot fals fantummes of fendes, formed with handes Wyth tool out of harde tre, and telded on lofte, And of stokkes and stones he stoute goddes callz When bay are gilde al with golde and gered wyth sylver, 1344 And bere he kneles and callez, and clepes after help.