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Page xii - WA8 at [Erceldoune :] With Tomas spak Y thare ; Ther herd Y rede in roune, Who Tristrem gat and bare. Who was king with croun ; And who him forsterd yare ; And who was bold baroun, As thair elders ware, Bi yere : — Tomas telles in toun, This auentours as thai ware.
Page xxxvi - Quhow, as ane chapman beris his pak, I bure thy Grace upon my bak, And sumtymes, strydlingis on my nek, Dansand with mony bend and bek. The first sillabis that thow did mute Was PA, DA LYN, upon the lute Than playit I twenty spryngis, perqueir, Quhilk wes gret piete for to heir.
Page xlix - Orisoun, Nocht understandyng quhat thay syng nor say. Bot lyke one Stirlyng or ane Papingay, Quhilk leirnit ar to speik be lang usage : Thame I compair to byrdis in ane cage.
Page iv - Texts for 1864 and all but three for 1865 have been reprinted. Subscribers who desire the Texts of all or any of these years should send their names at once to the Hon. Secretary, as several hundred additional names are required before the Texts for 1866 can be sent to press. The Publications for 1864 (21s.) are : 1.
Page xxxiv - Abide with her thou lovest best,' are marked by even more than his usual elegance ; as also the others, which open with the stanza, — ' Return thee, heart, homeward again, And bide where thou wast wont to be ; Thou art a fool to suffer pain For love of her that loves not thee. This poet is fond of addressing his heart, but he persuades us that it was incapable of receiving very deep impressions. His playful rondels skim over the surface of light emotions like the Carews and Sucklings of the next...