The Ever Green: Being a Collection of Scots Poems, Volume 2

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Allan Ramsay
A. Donaldson, 1761 - English poetry
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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...
Page 248 - Nyne loft their lives bot doubt; Four zit remain, lang may they live To ftand by liege and land : Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, And hie was their command.
Page 191 - God bring our men weil back again ! " 20 When Johny came before the King, With all his men so brave to see, The King he movit his bonnet to him ; He wein'd he was a King as well as he. " May I find grace, my sovereign liege, a Grace for my loyal men and me ? For my name it is Johny Armstrang, And subject of yours, my liege,
Page 208 - ZE beir the Name of Gentilnefs of Blude, Ze beir the Name, that mony for ze dies, Ze beir the Name, ze are baith fair and gude, Ze beir the Name of every Sweit can pleis, Ze beir the Name, Fortune and zou agreis, Ze beir the Name of Lands of lenth and breid, The Well of Vertew and Floure of Womanheid.
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. Away, away, thou Traytor, &c. Grant me my Lyfe, my Liege, my King, And a bony Gift I'll gie to thee, Gude Four and twenty ganging Mills, That gang throw a the Zeir to me.
Page 249 - Norfe in Summer Tyde, Puft up with Powir and Micht, Landed in fair Scotland the Yle, With mony a hardy Knicht : The Tydings to our gude Scots King Came, as he fat at Dyne, With noble Chiefs in braif Aray, Drinking the Blude-reid Wyne. VI. " To Horfe, to Horfe, my Ryal Liege, " Zour Faes ftand on the Strand, " Full Twenty thoufand glittering Spears
Page 257 - I'll keip, I wate its bleid a fkore. Haft up my merry men, cryd the king, As he rade on before. XXV. The king of Norfe...
Page 114 - Half-gaite almaift to hevin; The craig fae cumberfum to clim, The trie fae tall of growth, and trim, As ony arrow evin ; I calld to mynd, how Daphne did...
Page 110 - THEN felt I Curage and Defyre Inflame my Heart with uncouth Fyre, To me befoir unknawn; But now nae Blude in me remains Unbrunt and boyld within my Vaines, By Luve his Bellies blawin; To quench it or I was devorit, With Sichs...
Page 194 - I have asked grace at a graceless face, But there is nane for my men and me ! " But had I kenn'd ere I cam frae hame, How thou unkind wadst been to me ! I wad have keepit the border side, In spite of all thy force and thee.

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