Denkschriften, Том 41F. Tempsky, 1892 |
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Стр. 39 - Als lang as I did beir the freiris style, In me, God wait, wes mony wrink and wyle ; In me wes falset with every wicht to flatter, Quhilk mycht be flemit with na haly waiter; I wes ay reddy all men to begyle.
Стр. 81 - March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, A bushel of March dust is worth a king's ransom.
Стр. 20 - The jow was of a grit engyne And generit was of gyans. In leichecraft he was homecyd; He wald haif , for a nicht to byd, A haiknay and the hurt manis hyd, 35 So meikle he was of myance.
Стр. 23 - Fy ! 95 His lyfe was in to dowt. The ja him skrippit with a skryke, And skornit him as it was lyk ; The egill strong at him did stryke, And rawcht him mony a rowt.
Стр. 98 - All claid in greine of mervelous bewtie, With hair detressit, as threidis of gold did hing, With quhyt hattis all browderit rycht brav[elie,] Playand on timberallis, and syngand...
Стр. 23 - And in a myre up to the ene Amang the glar did glyd; The fowlis all at the fedrem dang As at a monster thame amang no Quhill all the pennis of it owsprang In till the air full wyde.
Стр. 38 - In haly legendis haif I hard allevin Ma sanctis of bischoppis nor freiris, be sic sevin; Off full few freiris that hes bene sanctis I reid; Quhairfoir ga bring to me ane bischopis weid Gife evir thow wald my sawle gaid unto hevin.' 25 6 skarrit, was scared 7 marrit, frightened 8 abone, above 9 delyverly, promptly 21 alleviti, allegi.'d 'My brethir oft hes maid the...
Стр. 41 - Thane com the ladyis, danceing in ane trace, And Nobilnes befoir thame come ane space, Saying, withe cheir bening and womanly, 'I se ane heir in bed oppressit ly, My sisteris, go and help to get him grace.
Стр. 37 - Quhy skarris thow with this holy weid? Cleith the thairin, for weir it thow most neid. Thow that hes lang done Venus lawis teiche Sail now be freir and in this abbeit preiche. Delay it nocht, it mon be done but dreid.
Стр. 23 - The tarsall gaif him tug for tug, A stanchell hang in ilka lug, The pyot furth his pennis did rug, The stork straik ay but stynt. The bissart, bissy but rebuik, 85 Scho was so cleverus of hir cluik, His bawis he micht not langer bruik : Scho held thame at ane hint.