The poems of William Dunbar: now first collected. With notes, and a memoir of his life

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Laing and Forbes, 1834 - Poetry - 325 pages
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Knotty lines and much local and psychological colour. Much misogynism too: a man of his period; pity he could not reach beyond it. But then, he had to toe the line, he so wanted to be Court pet. Made ... Read full review

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Page 214 - Er it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen, and all redy dight. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte, And sayth, arise, and do thin observance.
Page 447 - THE blessed and ever glorious Virgin Mary, sprung from the royal race and family of David, was born in the city of Nazareth, and educated at Jerusalem, in the temple of the Lord.
Page 261 - ... fogs Of an infected darkness : in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Roar without pity; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat; the usurer Is...
Page 449 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those...
Page 429 - Timor mortis conturbat me. Gud Maister Walter Kennedy In poynt of dede lyis veraly, Gret reuth it wer that so suld be ; Timor mortis conturbat me.
Page 361 - scape death's dreadful dart, If rich and poor his beck obey, If strong, if wise, if all do smart, Then I to 'scape shall have no way. Oh ! grant me grace, O God, that I My life may mend, sith I must die.
Page 222 - The design of Dunbar's Golden Terge, is to show the gradual and imperceptible influence of love, when too far indulged, over reason. The discerning reader will observe, that the cast of this poem is tinctured with the morality and imagery of the Romaunt of the Rose, and the Flowre and Leafe, of Chaucer.
Page 362 - scape alone ? No, no ; I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I. * * * * If none can 'scape Death's dreadful dart; If rich and poor his beck obey; If strong, if wise, if all do smart, Then I to 'scape shall have no way : Then grant me grace, O God! that I My life may mend, since I must die.
Page 72 - Lyke to ane stark theif glowrand in ane tedder. Nyse nagus, nipcaik, with thy schulderis narrow, Thow lukis lowsy, loun of lownis aw ; Hard hurcheoun, hirpland, hippit as ane harrow, Thy rigbane rattillis, and thy ribbis on raw, 180 Thy hanchis hirklis with hukebanis harth and haw, Thy laithly lymis...
Page 456 - Castle (at which tyme without was shot a gret peale of gunnes), and the Ladies defended the Castle with rose water and comfittes, and the Lordes threwe in dates and orenges and other fruites made for pleasure; but at the last the place was wonne; but lady Scorne and her compaignie stubbernely defended tham with boon's and balles, till they were driven out of the place and fled.

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