Abbotsford Series of the Scottish Poets,

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George Eyre-Todd
W. Hodge & Company, 1892

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101 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lybellandum, Within ane moneth I gat ad Opponendum, In half ane yeir I gat Interloquendum, And syne I gat, how call ye it? ad Replicandum: Bot I could never ane word yit understand him. And than thay gart me cast out many plackis, And gart me pay for four-and-twentie actis.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith ; Quo' she, to leave thee I will be laith, My winsome Gaberlunzie-man. O kend my minny I were wi' you, Illsardly wad she crook her mou, Sic a poor man she'd never trow, After the Gaberlunzie-man.
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thay gave me first ane thing thay call Citandum, Within aucht dayis, I gat bot Lybellandum, Within ane moneth, I gat ad Opponendum In half ane yeir I gat Interloquendum, And syne, I gat, how call ye it? ad Replicandum.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sen of my corps I have yow gevin the cure, Ye speid yow to the court, but tareyng, And tak my hart, of perfyte portrature, And it present unto my Soverane Kyng : I wat he wyll it clois in to one ryng. Commende me to his Grace, I yow exhorte, And of my passion, mak hym trew reporte. Ye thre my trypes sall have, for your travell, With luffer and lowng, to part equale amang yow ; Prayand Pluto, the potent prince of hell.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bot now our daye is changeit in to nycht." 55 With that thay rais, and flew furth of my sycht. Pensyve in hart, passing full soberlie, Unto the see fordward I fure anone: The see was furth, the sand wes smooth and drye. Then up and doun I musit myne allone...
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - The kirns to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben. The servant gaed where the dochter lay, The sheets was cauld, she was away, And fast to her goodwife can say, Shes aff with the gaberlunzie-man. O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, And haste ze, find these traitors agen ; For shees be burnt, and hees be slein, The wearyfou gaberlunzie-man. Some rade upo horse, some ran a fit The wife was wood, and out o...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heir is ane coird, baith great and lang, Quhilk hangit Johne the Armistrang : Of gude hemp soft, and sound : Gude, halie peopill, I stand for'd Quha ever beis hangit with this cord, Neids never to be dround. The culum of Sanct...
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - With gartens^f of ane new maneir ; To gar thair courtlines be knawin ; And all for newfangilnes of geir. Sumtyme thay will beir up thair gown, To schaw thair wylecot hingeand down ; And sumtyme bayth thay will upbeir, To scaw thair hois* of blak or broun ; And all for newfangilnes of geir.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saye no more, gude Redaris may descryve His worthy workis, in nowmer mo than fyve ; And speciallye, the trew Translatioun Of Virgill, quhilk bene consolatioun To cunnyng men, to knaw his gret ingyne, Als weill in naturall science as devyne. And, in the Courte, bene present, in thir dayis, That ballattis brevis lustellie, and layis, Quhilkis tyll our Prince daylie thay do present. Quho can say more than Schir James Inglis sayis, In ballattis, farses, and in plesand playis ; Bot Culrose hes his pen...

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