The poems of William Dunbar, collected, with notes and a memoir of his life by D. Laing, Volume 1

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Page 62 - Than suld I cast me to keik in kirk, and in markat, And all the cuntre about, kyngis court, and uther, Quhair I ane galland micht get aganis the nixt yeir, For to perfurneis furth the werk quhen failyeit the tother-; A forky fure, ay furthwart, and forsy in draucht...
Page 50 - Him followit mony fowll drunckart, With can and collep, cop and quart, 95 In surffet and exces; Full mony a waistles wallydrag, With wamis unweildable, did furth wag, In creische that did incres; 'Drynk!
Page 47 - OFF Februar the fyiftene nycht, Full lang befoir the dayis lycht, I lay in till a trance ; And...
Page ix - Edinburgh, 1802. 4 vols. 8vo. it was essentially requisite, in collecting materials for this publication, to have a direct recourse to the originals. An examination was accordingly made of these as well as of such other MSS. as were known to contain any reliques of old Scotish...
Page 275 - London, thou art the flour of Cities all. Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie, Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and valour...
Page 68 - Now tydis me for to talk; my taill it is nixt: God my spreit now inspir and my speche quykkin, And send me sentence to say, substantious and noble; Sa that my preching may pers your perverst hertis, And mak yow mekar to men in maneris and conditiounis.
Page 1 - Awalk, luvaris, out of your slomering Sd hou the lusty morrow dois up spring. Me thocht fresche May befoir my bed up stude, In weid depaynt of mony diverss hew, Sobir, benyng, and full of mansuetude In brycht atteir of flouris forgit new Hevinly of color, quhyt, reid, broun and blew, Balmit in dew, and gilt with Phebus bemys ; Quhyll all the house illumynit of her lemys3.
Page 69 - I do without dule and na dises tak, Bot ay be mery in my mynd and myrth full of cher. I had a lufsummar leid my lust for to slokyn, That couth be secrete and sure and ay saif my honour, And sew bot at certayne tymes and in sicir placis...
Page 9 - Hir cristall teris I saw hyng on the flouris Quhilk he for lufe all drank up with his hete.
Page 155 - My panefull purss so pricliss me. 5 Quhen I wald blythlie ballattis breif, Langour thairto givis me no leif ; War nocht gud howp my hart uphie, My verry corpis for cair wald cleif ; My panefull purss so prikillis me.

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