VI. "Allace AURORE, (the fillie lark did cry) 66 Quhair has thou left thy balmy liquour sweit, "That us rejoifit mounting in the sky? "Thy filver drops are turned into fleit. "Of fair PHEBUs quhair is the holfum heit, 66 Qhuy tholis thow thy hevinlie plesand face, "With mystie vapouris to be obscurit, allace! VII. grene, Qhuair art thou May, with June thy fifter fchene "Weill bordourit with dafeis of delyte? "And gentill Julie, with thy mantill "Enamelit with rofis reid and quhyte ? "Now auld and cauld Januar in dispyte "Reiffis from us all paftime and plesure "Allace! quhait gentill hart may this indure? VIII. "Ovirfilit ar with cloudis odious "The goldin skyis of the orient, 66 Changeing in forrow our fing melodious, "Quhilk we had wont to fing with gude intent, "Refoundand to the hevinnis firmament, "But now our day is changed into the nicht," With that they rose and flew forth of my ficht. HARDY KNUTE A FRAGMENT. STATELY I. TATELY ftept he east the wa, Full feventy zeirs he now had fene, And ay his fword tauld to their cost, II. Hie on a hill his castle ftude, With halls and touris a hicht, And guidly chambers fair to fe, Quhair he lodgit mony a Knicht. Seif ELENOR the queen. III. Full thirtein fons to him fcho bare, In bluidy ficht with fword in hand Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, IV. Great luve they bare to FAIRLY fair, Their fifter faft and deir, Her girdle fhawd her middle gimp, And gowden glift her hair. Quhat waefau wae her bewtie bred? Waefou to zung and auld, Waefou I trow to kyth and kin, As story ever tauld. V. The king of Norfe in fummer tyde, Drinking the blude-reid wyne. VI. "To horfe, to horfe, my ryal liege, A Scots king nevir feyd. VII. Go little page, tell HARDYKNUTE, To draw his fword, the dreid of faes, The little page flew fwift as dart Flung by his masters arm, Cum down, cum down lord HARDYKNUTE, And rid zour king frae harm. VIII. Then reid, reid grow his dark-brown cheiks, Sae did his dark-brown brow; His luiks grew kene, as they were wont, In dangers great to do; He hes tane a horn as grene as glass, And gien five founds fae fhrill, That treis in grene wod fchuke thereat, IX. His fons in manly fport and glie, That horn, quod they, neir founds in peace, And fune they heyd them up the hill, Aud fune were at his fyde. X. Late, late the zettrene I weind in peace My age micht weil excuse my arm Frae manly feats of ftryfe; But now that NORSE dois proudly boast Fair Scotland to inthrall, Its neir be faid of HARDYKNUTE He feard to ficht or fall. XI. ROBIN of Rothfay, bend thy bow, Many a comely countenance They haif turnd to deidly pale: Brade THOMAS tak ze but zour lance, Ze neid nae weapons mair, Gif ze ficht weit as ze did anes Gainst Westmorlands ferfs heir. |