 To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se ! " Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all, Our guid schip sails the morne :" " O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi...  Great Lakes Shipwrecks & Survivals - Page 5by William Ratigan - 1977 - 384 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | William Wordsworth - Poetry - 2000 - 788 pages
...with heart in concord beats, And the Lover is beloved. 'Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)' 'Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme.' Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy 's Reliqua Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)... | |
 | Paul Zimmer - Poetry - 2002 - 266 pages
...of a hungry fish. Seven hundred years ago the anonymous Scottish poet of "Sir Patrick Spens" wrote: "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone / wi' the auld moone in hir arme." No poet has ever improved on this. In a poem I made about being in the country after a long... | |
 | Marcia Birken, Anne Christine Coon - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 213 pages
...lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has done this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out...yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt... | |
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