WHEN they him fand, and gude Wallace him saw, He lychtit doun, and hynt him fra them a' In armis up; beholdand his pale face He kissit him, and cry'd full oft: 'Allace! My best brother in warld that ever I had! My ae fald friend when I was hardest stad! My hope, my heal, thou wast in maist honour! My faith, my help, strenthiest in stour! In thee was wit, fredome, and hardiness; In thee was truth, manheid, and nobleness; In thee was rule, in thee was governance; In thee was virtue withouten variance; In thee lawtie, in thee was great largesse; In thee gentrice, in thee was steadfastnesse. In thee was great cause of winning of Scotland, Though I began and took the war on hand. I vow to God, that has the warld in wauld Thy deid sall be to Southeron full dear sauld. Martyr thou art for Scotlandis richt and me; I sall thee venge, or ellis therefore to die.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS TO SHELLEY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |