The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie Edited by James Cranstoun |
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[HE REJOISES, AS DID FORMERLY THE GREEKS.] |
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XXXVIII. [HE REJOISES, AS DID FORMERLY THE GREEKS.]
Before the Greeks durst enterpryse
In armes to Troy toun to go,
They set a Counsell sage and wyse,
Apollos ansueir for to kno
Hou they suld speid, and haif succes
In that so grit a busines.
In armes to Troy toun to go,
They set a Counsell sage and wyse,
Apollos ansueir for to kno
Hou they suld speid, and haif succes
In that so grit a busines.
Then did they send the wysest Grekis
To Delphos, vhare Apollo stode;
Quha, with the teiris vpon thair cheeks,
And with the fyrie flammis of wod,
And all such rites as wes the guyse,
They made that grit god sacrifyce.
To Delphos, vhare Apollo stode;
Quha, with the teiris vpon thair cheeks,
And with the fyrie flammis of wod,
And all such rites as wes the guyse,
They made that grit god sacrifyce.
Quhen they had endit thair requests,
And solemnely thair service done,
And drunke the vyne, and kild the beists,
Apollo made them ansueir soon
Hou Troy and Trojans haiv they suld,
To vse them hailly as they wold.
And solemnely thair service done,
And drunke the vyne, and kild the beists,
Apollo made them ansueir soon
Hou Troy and Trojans haiv they suld,
To vse them hailly as they wold.
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Quhilk ansueir maid thame not so glad,
That thus the victors they suld be,
As evin the ansuer that I had
Did gritly joy and comfort me,
Quhen, lo! thus spak Apollo myne:
All that thou seeks, it sall be thyne.
That thus the victors they suld be,
As evin the ansuer that I had
Did gritly joy and comfort me,
Quhen, lo! thus spak Apollo myne:
All that thou seeks, it sall be thyne.
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