The Poetical Works of Sir David Lyndsay of the Mount, Lyon King of Arms, Oplag 393,Bind 1

Forsideomslag

Fra bogen

Andre udgaver - Se alle

Almindelige termer og sætninger

Populære passager

Side 343 - AH, Constantine, of how much ill was cause, Not thy conversion, but those rich domains That the first wealthy pope received of thee.
Side lii - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage, As on king's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...
Side 123 - Thocht thair robe royallis be upborne, I think it is ane verray scorne, That every lady of the land Suld have hir taill so syde trailland...
Side 125 - Micht be ane supper till ane sow. I ken ane man, quhilk swoir greit aithis, How he did lift ane Kittokis claithis, And wald have done, I wat nocht quhat...
Side 185 - Saw this Ladie so plesantlie Cum to his Chalmer quyetlie, In Kyrtill of fyne Damais broun, Hir goldin traissis hingand doun. Hir Pappis wer hard, round, and quhyte, Quhome to behald wes greit delyte. Lyke the quhyte lyllie wes hir lyre...
Side 362 - God (althought it be secreit) aught to be done with grcattar gravitie ; ' and presenting unto him the point of the sweard, said, ' Repent thee of thy former wicked lyef, but especiallie of the schedding of the blood of that notable instrument of God, Maister George Wisharte, which albeit the flame of fyre consumed befoir men ; yitt cryes it, a vengeance upoun thee, and we from God ar sent to revenge it...
Side xxxii - Then he, seeing that she was landed in such a part, rode forth himself to meet her, with the whole lords, spiritual and temporal, with many barons, lairds, and gentlemen, who were convened for the time at St Andrews in their best array ; and received the queen with great honours and plays made to her. And first, she was received at the new...
Side 8 - To thame that fixis all thair hole intent, Consideryng quho most had suld most repent. So, with my hude my hede I happit warme, And in my cloke I fauldit boith my feit ; I thocht my corps with cauld suld tak no harme, My mittanis held my handis weill in heit ; The skowland craig me coverit frome the sleit : Thare styll I satt, my bonis for to rest, Tyll Morpheus, with sleip, my spreit opprest. So throw the...
Side 202 - To preif his practikis on the pure, And on thame previt monie ane cure, On his expensis, without rewaird, Of money he tuik na regaird.
Side 60 - Quintyn, Merser, Rowle, Henderson, Hay, and Holland, Thocht thay be deid, thair libellis bene levand, Quhilkis to reheirs makeith redaris to rejose. Allace! for one, quhilk lampe wes of this land, Of Eloquence the flowand balmy strand, And in our Inglis rethorick, the rose, As of rubeis the charbunckle bene chose! And, as Phebus dois Cynthia precell, So Gawane Dowglas, Byschope of Dunkell, Had, quhen he wes in to this land on lyve, Abufe vulgare Poeitis prerogatyve, Boith in pratick and speculatioun.

Bibliografiske oplysninger