The works of James the first. Also, Some brief remarks on the intimate connexion of the Scots language with the other northern dialects |
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... clere , Rynsid hir tressis like the goldin wyre , That late tofore , in faire and fresche atyre , Thro ' Capricorn heved hir hornis bright , ' North northward approchit the myd nyght . Citherea . ] This must be an error of the ...
... clere , Rynsid hir tressis like the goldin wyre , That late tofore , in faire and fresche atyre , Thro ' Capricorn heved hir hornis bright , ' North northward approchit the myd nyght . Citherea . ] This must be an error of the ...
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... clere , the " ympnis consecrat Of luvis use , now soft now lowd among , That all the gardynis and the wallis rong Ryt of thaire song , " and on the copill next Of thaire suete armony , and lo the text . m Ympnis . ] Hymns consecrated to ...
... clere , the " ympnis consecrat Of luvis use , now soft now lowd among , That all the gardynis and the wallis rong Ryt of thaire song , " and on the copill next Of thaire suete armony , and lo the text . m Ympnis . ] Hymns consecrated to ...
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... clere ! of goddis stellifyit , To quhom I zelde homage and sacrifise , Fro this day forth zour grace be magnifyit , That me ressauit have in such wise , To lyve under zour law and so seruise ; Now help me furth , and for zour merci lede ...
... clere ! of goddis stellifyit , To quhom I zelde homage and sacrifise , Fro this day forth zour grace be magnifyit , That me ressauit have in such wise , To lyve under zour law and so seruise ; Now help me furth , and for zour merci lede ...
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... clere , Sing on agane , and mak my Lady * chere . XXXVI . And eke I pray , for all the paynes grete , That , for the love of Proigne , thy sister dere , Thou sufferit quhilom , quhen thy brestis wete Were with the teres of thyne eyen clere ...
... clere , Sing on agane , and mak my Lady * chere . XXXVI . And eke I pray , for all the paynes grete , That , for the love of Proigne , thy sister dere , Thou sufferit quhilom , quhen thy brestis wete Were with the teres of thyne eyen clere ...
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... clere , Rew upon . Have pity upon . - In the beautiful pastoral of Robyn and Makyn , in the Evergreen , " O Robyn rew on me , " or have pity on me . The rest of this stanza is very obscure . " When 66 my mistress is gone , " continues ...
... clere , Rew upon . Have pity upon . - In the beautiful pastoral of Robyn and Makyn , in the Evergreen , " O Robyn rew on me , " or have pity on me . The rest of this stanza is very obscure . " When 66 my mistress is gone , " continues ...
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Æneid ageyne ancient archery Azincourt ballads Banantyne's Bishop Gibson bryt CANTO Carlo Gesualdo castle Chaucer Christ's Kirk church clere composed confort conjecture doun Duke of Albany Earl England English fair floure fortune fresch furth Gavin Douglas genius goddesse goddis grene grete gude hertis hevin humour James's King Henry King James King of Scotland King of Scots KING'S QUAIR language learned lufe lytill maid melodies modern mony mynd old Scottish Palestrina Peblis Play plesance poem of Christ's poet poetical poetry Prince qd sche Quhare Quhat quhele Quhen quhich quhile quhite quho reign sall Saxon sche Scotland Scots Scottish language Scottish songs seyne stanza suete suich suld sung taste thai thaire thame therewt thot thou tion tofore trew tuke tyme Venus vnto wald waly warld wele wold words zouth
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