The Poems of William Dunbar, المجلد 1Society, 1893 |
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الصفحة cxxxiv - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
الصفحة cxxxii - Gret reuth it wer that so suld be ; Timor mortis conturbat me. Sen he hes all my brether tane, He will nocht lat me lif alane, On forse I man his nyxt pray be ; Timor mortis conturbat me.
الصفحة lxxxviii - Als lang as I did beir the freiris style, In me, God wait, wes mony wrink and wyle; In me wes falset with every wicht to flatter, Quhilk mycht be flemit with na haly watter; I wes ay reddy all men to begyle.
الصفحة ccxxiv - And grete well Chaucer, when ye mete. As my disciple and my poete ; For in the floures of his youthe, In sondry wyse, as he wel couthe, Of dytees and of songes glade, The whiche he for my sake made...
الصفحة xc - But trusteth wel, I am a sotherne man, I cannot geste, rom, ram, ruf, by my letter, And, God wote, rime hold I but litel better.
الصفحة xxxviii - As herb of vertew and of odor sueit ; And lat no nettill vyle, and full of vyce, Hir fallow to the gudly flour delyce ; Nor latt no wyld weid, full of churlicheness, Compair hir till the lilleis nobilness. 140 Nor hald non vdir flour in sic denty...
الصفحة cii - It does honour to the good sense of this nation, that while all Europe was captivated with the bewitching charms of Chivalry and Romance, two of our writers in the rudest times could see through the false glare that surrounded them, and discover whatever was absurd in them both. Chaucer wrote his ' Rhyme of sir Thopas ' in ridicule of the latter ; and in the following poem we have a humorous burlesque of the former.
الصفحة cvii - In velvet gownes and in cheynes of gold. By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old May be the hous of Mars victoryall, Whose artillary with tonge may not be told : London, thou art the flour of Cities all.
الصفحة cv - Lang heff I maid of ladyes quhytt, Now of ane blak I will indytt, That landet furth of the last schippis ; Quhou fain wald I discrywe perfytt, My ladye with the mekle lippis.
الصفحة cx - Welcum oure indeficient adiutorie, 25 That evir our Naceoun helpit in thare neyd; That neuer saw Scot yit indigent nor sory, Bot thou did hym suport, with thi gud deid...