The Ever Green: Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Wrote by the Ingenious Before 1600, Volume 2

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J. Cameron, 1824 - English poetry - 290 pages
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Page 191 - Wi' a' his men sae brave to see, The King he movit his bonnet to him ; He ween'd he was a King as weel as he. " May I find grace, my sovereign liege, Grace for my loyal men and me ? For my name it is Johnie Armstrang, And a subject of yours, my liege,
Page 253 - Knicht Making a heavy Mane ; Here maun I lye, here maun I dye, By Treacheries falfe Gyles ; Witlefs I was that eir gaif Faith To wicked Womans Smyles.
Page 250 - Then reid reid grew 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...
Page 194 - I have asked grace at a graceless face, But there is nane for my men and me...
Page 192 - I'll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids, That prance and nicher at a speir, With as mekle gude Inglis gilt As four of their braid backs dow beir.' 11 'Away, away, thou traytor strang! Out o' my sicht thou mayst sune be! I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe, And now I'll not begin with thee.
Page 247 - STATELY stept he east the wa', And stately stept he west, Full seventy years he now had seen, Wi
Page 249 - To horse, to horse, my royal liege, Your faes stand on the strand, Full twenty thousand glittering spears The King of Norse commands.
Page 260 - Fu' soon he rais'd his bent body, His bow he marvell'd sair, Sin blows till then on him but darr'd As touch of FAIRLY fair : Norse marvell'd too as sair as he To see his stately look ; Sae soon as e'er he strake a fae, Sae soon his life he took.
Page 256 - Quhen bows were bent and darts were thrawn, For thrang fcarce could they flie, The darts clove arrows as they met, The arrows dart the trie. Lang did they rage and ficht full ferfs, With little fkaith to man, But bludy, bludy was the field, Or that lang day was done.
Page 257 - Haste up, my merry men," cry'd the king, As he rade on before. The king of Norse he...

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